History Lessons

I didn't kill anyone for a long time after that. There was the incident with my mother, but I'll tell that one some other time.

But I always had the urge to, buried deep inside. And as time went on, that dark beast worked its way towards the surface.

At first I could keep it at bay by pretending. I would stalk a potential victim, and stop just short of contact. That helped for a while, and I learned many valuable hunting skills. I'd see someone that caught my fancy, maybe in line at the store, maybe at a restaurant. I'd follow them for a while, learn their routine, where they lived. Then I'd go to their home late at night. At first the excitement of being so voyeuristicly close was enough to get me off. But each time was less thrilling than the last. And I knew soon I'd have to consummate the act.

Next I'll tell you about when I finally did succumb.