19 th November 1992
I am sitting beside the corpse. I never thought Atindra would die just after stabbing once. His scream... his scream was so pleasant to my ears. He is my fifth.. no no sixth victim. Ahh... it's so nice to see a dead man. The smell of blood is so addictive. Hope will get to smell it again soon. I don't like those police and stuff. They are so annoying. Let me go back home, I will drink a glass a wine and then go to sleep. By the way Atindra was a good man. But what to do.. I needed to smell blood for my pleasure. What will happen to her daughter and wife? Ohh!! it doesn't matter to me. Let's go back home and plan for the next project.

Hey!! yes you, the reader. What are you thinking I will tell how it all started and will police catch me or not. Nah! you just wasted your time coming here waiting for a thrilling climax. Ha! you just for now know that I AM A PSYCHOPATH. I am waiting to smell your blood too. Just make sure you wait for me. You know you are already my friend. You talk to me everyday. By now you must have understood who am I . Good, very good. Lock your doors before going to sleep. Who knows... I will not hide under your bed waiting to stab you.
Yours NC.