Like any other normal person, I spend my weekend running errands, doing chores, and living life. However, I am not a normal person. I am what people like to call mentally disturbed. Don’t worry about me because I am completely fine. I mean I have to say I ‘ve been in a mental institution for almost 10 years of my life. I’m still ok. So I tried to drown my little sister in our pool. So what? I was just trying to baptize her like how they did it in the bible. Nobody believed she was possessed. The only one who believed me was Tommy, my best friend. He was actually the one who led me to believe my sister was possessed and I had to baptize her until she couldn’t breathe anymore. He helped me get through those long years in solitary confinement. He was my only friend at that time when no one else would be there to support me. Anyways, now I live in a nice little suburb where everyone is friendly with all the neighbors. There’s the occasional rude neighbor that everyone cannot stand but I deal with him or her without a fuss. I mean, Tommy still tells me what I need to do to rude people. If people are mean and rude and nasty, they don’t deserve to live. So during my weekends when I have finished all my weekend chores, I would lure those restless neighbors into my house. Being friendly and manipulative, I’ll convince my victim, I mean neighbor, into having a drink with me not knowing the sleeping pills were placed in his or her drink. Then as they drift to sleep I finally have a little fun with the torturing and the skinning and the abuse that would come after. The details of how I do it and how I get rid of the body is another story. Tommy doesn’t allow me to talk about such things. I believe in him, even though nobody else does. People think he is imaginary and was all in my head.