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It was a cold, rainy night when I came home and found a package on my front porch. The sender’s name and address were missing from the label. I opened the package and discovered inside of it a manuscript titled “Psychopath’s Diary Vol. I” I was instantly pulled into the mind of a serial killer and introduced to a reality that far surpassed any definition of normal in today’s society. “Psychopath’s Diary Vol. I” is the essence of taboo. It can only be described as a poetry of violence. A symphony of torture. A tale of sexual deviance with a drop of incest and necrophilia. You want to stop reading, but you simply cannot. It is like taking a bite out of a forbidden fruit even if the taste of it spoils the sensitive stomach of our morality. One question ran through my mind over and over, why me? Why did the killer send his confession of the crimes he had committed to me? I searched for an answer within the pages of the manuscript, but could not find one, not even a hint. There is something that has to link him and I, but what?

Psychopath’s Diary Vol. II is a continuation of the infamous diary written by a serial killer Chester LaRue. In this violent piece he brutally depicts with frightful honesty the early years of his life, his relationship with a girl, connection to the Russian mafia, fragments of his childhood where he kills his first victim, discovery of sex and the evolution of his twisted mind he recorded in a couple of short stories he presented in this diary. Also, his vicious punishment that was inflicted on him by another psychopath that Chester barely survived.

I still don’t understand why he sent his life story to me but I’m gradually connecting the dots one by one through his writing and slowly, I’m beginning to build a faint picture in my mind. It is not quite clear yet, but I am desperately trying to uncover the answer to my continuous questions. Why me? And how are we linked?