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Diary of a Madman August 16thJune 20, 1979

To anyone who reads this,

I am lost in the woods. Todd attacked me and if I don't make it out of here alive then he has also killed me.

He's crazy. We woke up in the middle of the night and I heard a wolf howl. It scared me. I told Todd that I was scared and we need to go home; but he wouldn't listen. The howling got louder and I started to cry. He looked into my eyes and I told him, 'I want to go home. I want to be with my family.' He snapped, I saw it in his eyes.

He hit me over the head with a rock. I'm bleeding and I am getting a bit dizzy. I just want to you to know that I love you mom. I love you too, dad and I am sorr

Diary of a Madman August 14thAn obituary from the Liberation Times,

Julie Stone, 26, died August 12th 1988.

Julie was born on January 8th in 1962 and attended Memorial High School where she received her High School Diploma. She excelled as an artist and had plans to attend the Liberation Community College early next year.

She is survived by her aunt, Crystal Birmingham. A small service will be provided at Liddell's Funeral Home.

August 14th

Dear Diary,

I walked over to Vanessa's apartment and knocked on her door. I asked her to lunch and guess what? She said yes. And then, you won't believe this, we went to watch a movie afterwards.

I feel so much better after the

Diary of a Madman August 20thAugust 20th

Dear Diary,

I've been watching the old lady down the hall. This kill is going to be easy. From what I can see out of the corner of my peephole, she leaves everyday at around 8:30 in the morning to get the newspaper and a coffee. Around lunch time she leaves the door open to her apartment till about 8 in the afternoon. She leaves it open for ventilation while she cooks and to air out her apartment.

She takes her smoke breaks around 1, 5, and 8.

I didn't notice this earlier but Vanessa left me some messages on my answering machine. She mentioned that she will be away for a couple days and, get this Diary, she misses me. So overa

Diary of a Madman August 11thAugust 11th,

Dear Diary,

I thought today was a dream. It started when I went down to check the mail. It was just more bills and junk mail; no mail from Sarah. I was a bit depressed till I saw Vanessa. She was coming in with some groceries and needed some help. I grabbed the door for her, like a gentleman, and helped her out.

After I carried her groceries we had a little talk in her little kitchen. I got her talking about things other than boyfriends, the party and or anything else that would make her upset. It worked.

She had a bottle of whiskey in one of the bags and the next thing I know we were laughing and having a good ti

Diary of a Madman August 21stAugust 21st,

Diary, it is getting late. The hunger is tearing me apart. I must kill that old lady; but I'm just falling apart. My stomach hurts. My eyes burn and the headache I have won't go away. I feel like I am slowly become him. When I look in the mirror, he smiles back at me. When I fall asleep, he forces me stay up. He won't let me eat; he won't let me do anything but write.

My fingers are dripping in blood. My eyes are dripping with tears. My head is dripping in sweat. My mind is dripping with insanity. The walls drip with words.

I know everything. I feel everything. I don't know when this started but it must have been when he kille

Diary of a Madman August 12thAugust 12th

(Continued...)

Death.

I can feel it calling.

I drove by Julie's house and noticed a suspicious car parked across the street. I knew for a fact that the Martin's didn't own a similar car. They owned a '76 Silverado.

So I kept driving and I found a nice hidden place to park and then I walked.

I was desperate. I could not keep the cops from stopping me tonight. She needed to die tonight, Diary. I wasn't prepared to use my backup plan but I had no other choice. I walked through a 10 acre yard in the moonlight carrying a filled gas can. The grass was wet and I was leaving footprints. It didn't matter, she has to die.

I broke in

Diary of a Madman August 9thAugust 9th

Dear Diary,

That woman down the hall was staring at me again. She just stands there staring. When will she stop? I can feel her eyes following me down the hall. Her eyes burned tiny holes into my back.

Diary, today was just exhausting. Julie is such a simple girl. She works at a local clothing store as a sales clerk. She is beautiful girl but hides it behind unflattering clothes and thick glasses. She lives outside the city in an old house. By the looks of things she may have inherited it from her parents. I will check more into that tomorrow. At the store I wandered near the staff back room and on a cork board, plainly visible

Diary of a Madman August 8thAn excerpt from the Saturday edition of the Greene Herald

Kurt Douglas, local lawyer and attorney, was released today.

According to police, Mr. Douglas was suspected of killing his wife on July 30th. The murder took place while Mr. Douglas was at a local restaurant with friends and family. They were gathered to celebrate the Mrs. Douglas's birthday.

Mrs. Douglas was found stabbed to death in her home. Police suspected a home invasion till they looked into the couple's insurance policy. Mr. Douglas took out an exceptionally large policy a week before the murder.

They were married for 3 years.

The police cleared Mr. Douglas on any sus

Diary of a Madman Aug 21 contAugust 21st,

(Continued...)

We killed her.

No you killed her.

But this is what you want. Isn't it?

No, you were supposed to be safe from all this carnage. That's why you were created. I was supposed to be the killer.

No! You were created.

Really? Just because you have been in control longer doesn't mean you are the original Todd. That girl I loved, with our heart. She was going to leave us forever. I had to do something.

She did leave us forever. You killed Sarah.

I did, to protect us. You believed that she left but still loved you. You thought she was still alive.

Lies! All Lies! You wrote all those letters.

Yes I did, to protect

Diary of a Madman July 31stDiary of a Madman by L. Vera

July 31st

Dear Diary,

I left the apartment today to get some groceries and that old lady down the hall was staring at me again. Sometimes I think she knows.

Oh and there is a new tenant across the hall. She must have moved in while I was at the store. I caught a glimpse of her through her opened door. I only saw her beautiful blond hair draped over her blue t-shirt and her nice legs in a pair of tight blue jeans. The apartment was bright. I guess they have yet put up any blinds.

Diary, I got more pages done on that novel. I think this is the one. It's definitely better than my first novel. T. Casil is back an

Diary of a Madman FinaleAugust 22nd, 1988

Dear Diary,

Forgive me.

Todd Casil is dead.

When those bullets ripped through him we meet face to face. I saw him die there in my arms. My mother was there, watching. She walked up to me and said, "Everything will be okay. He's dead now. But you need to get up. You need to live. You need to redeem yourself."

I saw a light. This beautiful white light flooded over the darkness in my apartment. And through that darkness was a policeman. As his hand with the flashlight moved to press his walkie-talkie, I hit him hard with the corner of you, my Diary. You saved me.

I lifted Vanessa from the floor and sneaked out the backway

Diary of a Madman August 3rdDiary of a Madman by L. Vera

August 3rd

Dear Diary,

What a great day. I could not wait to tell you how it went. I went down to check for mail and guess who I saw? Vanessa. I even introduced myself to her. I told her I lived across the hall from her and she apologized for not introducing herself earlier. She was traveling back and forth from her home town, trying to get stuff situated before college started.

She was more beautiful than I imagined. She was working on her master's in English Literature. What a surprise, right? I told her I was a writer and had a couple of books published. We talked for almost an hour. We talked as we walked

Diary of a Madman July 30th

July 30, 1988

Dear Diary,
Today is my birthday and my loving husband bought me a wonderful gift - you. I guess after we found all of my old diaries stored in the attic, he knew I would love to have a new one. So today I am overjoyed to have such a loving husband. By the way, Diary, his name is Kurt. We have been married for 3 years and we have never been happier.

Kurt couldn't get out from work early, or so that is what he told me. He wants me to meet him at my favorite restaurant tonight. Of course, it's a surprise party. It's more than obvious; but I'm still wondering who will be there. Sally and Steve, for sure. Maybe the Carlsons will

Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 4

April 4th, 2011
Dear Diary,

I spent the whole day with Angela. She showed up at my house early in the morning. "Surprise," she yelled as I stood there in my pajamas. She stormed inside with a bag of bagels. I don't like bagels. She loves to talk, but I surprisingly like to listen. Hopefully, I dealt with that urge again, I just had to do something before he started showing up. I just lose control and I don't want to hurt Angela.

Angela00's Video Blog

"What's up, everybody. I just discovered the craziest thing. A serial killer with a twitter account," she screamed into the camera.

"I got money saying it's our buddy Todd Casil. Who else w

Diary of a Madman bk 2 Finale1

An old interview with Todd Casil dated May 12th, 1982 found online:

"Todd, it's great to have you here," the announcer with his British accent greeted Todd Casil as they sat on different couches.

Todd, a bit nervous and fidgety replied, "It's good to be here."

"So your first best seller, how does it feel? I mean, many writer's wish they could be on any top ten list and you, made it to the New York Time's Best Seller's list," the man asked.

"It feels good, I don't know, I really enjoyed writing this book," Todd answered.

The announcer raised a book in the air, "To Sarah, a book of pain and discovery. It's definitely something different. H

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Diary of a Madman August 17th

by ~LVeraWrites, Oct 3, 2010, 8:37:35 PM
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August 17th
(Continued...)

Diary, I am writing from my childhood bedroom. I found the letter. I found all of them. How can she be dead and still be able to send me all these letters?

She's alive and I need to find her. I plan on heading back to my apartment tomorrow morning to pack up and get a flight ready.

I called Vanessa from my house phone. Vanessa was happy to hear from me and I was also happy to hear her voice. I felt so nervous to even call her. I felt my stomach get queasy before I even dialed her number. I'm glad I did. The sound of her voice made me forget about everything. We talked for about an hour and she asked me to meet her friends. Our relationship is growing pretty fast. I'm not sure how I can juggle two relationships. I have one with a loving angel and the other with a murderous hunger.

The hunger swims in circles in the back of my stomach. It's like a hungry shark contained in a huge fish tank swimming constantly in circles.

August 18th

Dear Diary,

The old lady down the hall has green eyes.

Green eyes.

Green.

The hunger.

It feeds off of green eyes.

August 19th

Dear Diary,

I don't know what got into me yesterday. I can barely read what I wrote yesterday. I felt terrified the whole afternoon. Now I finally have a grip on things.

I need to tell you what happened. I got home and I placed my stuff down on the table. Then everything toppled onto the floor and that's when I noticed it. The notes and letters that lay on the floor has the same hand writing. I felt so scared my body trembled. I made some tea and tried to calm down.

I felt horrible. I felt like my world was ending because I knew that there was more to all this. I reached into my bag and found an old book of mine I brought from home. It was James Thurber's 13 Clocks. I opened it up and in the margin where I wrote my name when I was thirteen, was the same writing as the notes and letters. I walked down the stairs in a mindless stupor to check my mail. Nothing, it was empty. I walked back upstairs and I saw the old lady. Her eyes are green.

I must kill her next.

The hunger burns like acid. I think I'm going to be sick.

Diary of a Madman August 17thby ~LVeraWrites

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Introductions & Chapters

The finale will be on Oct. 31 Halloween.

Please read July 30th first. [link]

The next pieces are listed here:
Aug 20th [link]
Aug 21st [link]
Aug 21st continued [link]
Finale: [link]

I suggest you fav this this to act as a bookmark in case you lose your place later.

Clue 6:
Left 4 dog

~~love 0 0~~

joy 3 3

wow 1 1

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~freespiritkrr Mar 24, 2011

Clue 6: Make me think "Left 4 Dead" Awesome game.

So, the younger 'original' version, Todd, seems to want to get the Madman caught so he could have represented justice - but he killed Sarah. And the Madman can't be 'justice' because he is perfectly okay with the hunger that kills green-eyed women. But then you say the hunger's burning is making him sick. Maybe the Madman's not okay with the hunger? You need to make that more apparent if so.

You could have the writing cut off at the end, as if the Madman actually ran off to throw up as he was writing: "I think I'm going to be sick-

~LVeraWrites Mar 24, 2011

the clues were teasers for an ebook i put out before diary of a Madman finished. The story was about a dog and cat killing zombies. The preview is in my gallery. The actual ebook has been tken down. I've been working on maintence on my ebooks. I plan on re-releasing them when the Diary of a Madman book comes out.

I love the comments.

~freespiritkrr Mar 24, 2011

Cool, and thanks

*Raineve Oct 20, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

Poor old lady doesnt know whats coming!

~Taizel-41 Oct 11, 2010

The end is near.... Nice connections there. Can't wait to see the rest.

Btw, my review should be in your email. If not tell me.

~LVeraWrites Oct 12, 2010

I just sent one back. thanks for all the help. I plan on listing all the people who help in my book. I hope I can get it out by later this year.

~Taizel-41 Oct 14, 2010

Okay, no problem at all. That's great. And good luck on that.

~Stingray93 Oct 9, 2010

And I've read them all! And I think they're great. You're an awesome writer.

I can't wait to read the next installment so hurry!

~LVeraWrites Oct 10, 2010

Stay tuned for tonight's piece.

~sjade15 Oct 6, 2010

Thank God, I have been waiting for this! I like this one as well, green uhg feel bad for that lady shes going to get it haha! keep um comeing!

I cant wait for Haloween! im going to have to get on to check!

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