I cannot sleep. I just cannot. I had tried everything that I could. Eevrything starting with the recommended home remedies on Youtube to taking pills after discussing my condition with my doctor.
I gave up trying a month back.
There is nothing so bad about staying up all night right? A lot of extra time for yourself, you’d think? Maybe to catch up on some reading, to watch that TV show that you always wanted to, to get down to finishing off the piling up list of chores going up on that sticky note on the fridge?
It did not happen right in the beginning. The initial few weeks were just boring hours spent on my bed staring up at the ceiling. After the third week that however changed.
I started feeling a constant and relentless yearning for something. I could not initially quite point to what could satisfy that desire. It did not take long before I found out what it was.
On the 7th night, I found myself in a frenzied state and the next few hours a misty haze and then my memory hit the play button and I found myself standing over Rita, with a knife in my hand, blood dripping down back onto her body.
There is something that the lack of sleep did to me. It made me thirsty. Thirsty for blood.
Hi. My name is Ryan and I am a serial killer.
It’s what I do at 2:30 in the morning when I can’t sleep
Why Killing? Again, why not read books or watch a movie, right?
Well, that take me back to my earlier point of being thirsty. I have developed this immense craving to feel the warmth of the gushing blood. Nothing else can satisfy that thirst.
I have tried. I kept myself away from this for 3 nights straight. The fourth night ended up in a killing spree. A seven member family swiped clean was what I did.
Tonight, I am doing something different. I am going to do the same but in a public location. Makes it more interesting.
Wish me luck.