| Victim 1 - Kevin Doherty (Paul Judd)- G - 16/09/06 |
Thursday 14th September (Diary page 260) P A U L
I have never felt so weird in my entire life. I rang Paul to say that I was coming down to visit a friend for the day in Ormskirk and could we meet for dinner. Mal was away for three days and Katie was with Janie and I knew I’d be on my own for two days – I rang in sick, which in reality I was, I was so sick and nervous but also really excited, I knew what I was doing was right, but could go so wrong if I was stupid.
Paul and I had a nice meal, chatting about old times. Paul drank more than he should which was great, in fact he came on to me a bit, was talking about how he regretted not having a wife and children, but that he couldn’t in his line of business. He was saying how lucky Mal was and he started flirting like mad. I briefly wondered whether I should do something, after all this is the end of my life and I’ve never done it with anyone except Mal, and I thought maybe I could kill him when we were in bed, but then I thought if anything went wrong and I couldn’t do it, he might tell Mal.
When we got back to his house, I drove, he said lets have a nightcap in the garden, it was really warm and I said that was a great idea. He poured another glass of red wine for both of us and then we wandered out into the garden, I took my bag. He was talking about his pond and how a heron had got some of his fish and then I just did it! I was standing right in front of him and I got the hammer out of my bag and swiped it across his head and it whacked him really hard on the side of his temple, he groaned and stumbled on to his knees, then I hit him again on the back of the head and he was out cold. What was really weird was that there was a real crunch as I smashed his head the second time and it was really exciting. There was some blood and hair on the hammer and I looked at it and didn’t even feel squeamish, just felt really pleased that I’d started.
Then the next thing was sticking in the knife, it was hard as I had to stick it in his back as he’d fallen into the pond a bit, and I tried twice and hit the bone, then I got it in between his ribs and it made this really odd squelching noise as the knife went in – then it made a whooshing noise I think I must have hit his lungs as it sounded like air was coming out, but by this time I don’t think he was alive anymore, he didn’t even flinch when the knife went in.
I had looked at lots of diagrams and thought of various places where it would be best to stab someone, but then as he fell on his front it made it more difficult – but I didn’t care if I had to stab him a hundred times to get the job done, but I didn’t, one and he was gone.
When I cut the G in his arm I didn’t feel anything, except I laughed and sang to myself, I was singing it to Alan, it’s sort of become our anthem now – the anthem of our revenge.
September 19th. It’s been five days, I feel much better than I have for days, I’ve been looking in the papers and there’s been nothing about Paul’s murder – not a single article, I wonder if anyone’s found him or maybe they’ve hushed it up? He’ll be bloody cold by now, he’s half in the pond, I wonder if the fish have started nibbling at him, the ones that the heron left ha!
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| Victim 2 - Simon Johnson (Chris Spence) – C – 27/09/06 |
Tuesday 26th September (Diary page 282) C H R I S
I don’t get on with Chris as well as Paul, and so thought I wouldn’t ring and arrange to meet him, as he’d think it really suspicious. I followed him all day – I felt like a private detective, I was parked opposite his house, which was really nice actually – I wonder who’ll get that as he hasn’t got a wife or children, maybe his parents, I wonder if they’re still alive?
I waited outside the gym and he was the last to leave, I saw him chatting to another bloke and hoped he wasn’t going to give him a lift, anyway they waved goodbye and the other chap drove off. Chris was parked in the back car park and I walked up to him and said – “I don’t believe it what are you doing here?” I explained I’d been having dinner with a friend of mine at the Italian Restaurant down the road and had parked in the gym car park as the road was so busy. He looked at me in shock, then recognising me said “Oh my God Annie, how lovely to see you”. It was all so matey. We were chatting and I said “oh I wish we could go for a drink but everywhere’s shut up now”. He said “I’m only round the corner, hop in and I’ll drive you round to mine”. “Fab” I said and hopped into his really flash Jag. Being a real gent he opened the door for me and by the time he’d got round to his side, I had the hammer out of my bag and hidden by my side – he got in and whack, I let him have it.
Then he was groaning and trying to get out of the car and I just stabbed him in the stomach, shit it starting gushing like a tap and I was frightened he was going to spray all over me, he tried to get out again and I held him back, thank God I was wearing gloves. Eventually he lost consciousness and when I was sure he was going nowhere I leant over and carved the C in his arm. He’d sort of slipped down and over towards me, so I did it on his left arm, but it was really hard not to get covered in his blood, as his stomach was still pumping away.
I checked that the coast was clear and that was it – another one, so much for all their special training, SAS and all that – pathetic – I killed them both so easily and enjoyed it, it was like Alan was with me, singing along with me – dum dum dee dum.
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| Victim 3 - Daniel Fielding – C – 12/10/06 |
Thursday 12th October (Diary page 264) D A N
I rang Dan and said I was in Liverpool visiting some mates, was he free to meet up. He was all bunged up and said he’d been in the house with a cold for two days and hadn’t been out at all, he said in fact Jake, his yappy little Shitzu had driven him mad barking as he hadn’t been taking him for any walks. “ Oh my little baby, has been all shut up” Puke !
He was a bit creepy actually and so precious – whingeing about clothes and his weight and being a real drama queen.
I said why didn’t I come over and I could take the dog for a walk to the shops, get him lots of lovely things and I’d cook him a lovely healthy, slimming, cold-beating meal.
He said brilliant idea.
I was on his door step about half an hour later and was greeted by this horrid little mutt and he was fussing all over it like it was a baby. I said that I’d been rushing around could I just have a cup of tea first. He showed me where the kitchen was and I made us both a cup of Earl Grey, then he took me into his lounge and showed me his latest pride and joy, an African carved chess set – looked a bit cheap to me, Mr Designer – anyway he sat down and I stood behind him as he prattled on explaining what each piece was – “oh that’s interesting” I said as I whacked him with the hammer, really really hard – that shut the bugger up!
Knife in, whoosh, gasp, dead! Job Done – SAS should call me up, bloody expert now!
Oh and shame, blood on his African King Prawn!!
C on his Cheek, C for Camp as Christmas!
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| Victim 4 - Mike Donaldson (Tony Williams) – G – 27/11/06 |
Monday 27th November (Diary page 271) T O N Y
Oh so easy – another person specially trained, to kill, to spy, but not to defend themselves
from ME!
I’d rung Tony and said I was coming down to stay with an old friend who lived in Ascot was he around on Sunday night, he said no he had to go out to a dinner, but he’d be back by 10.30, did I want to come over then for a coffee or whatever. He’d always flirted with me and I sort of led him on, yes that would be great, put a bottle of champagne on ice. He was bloody gagging for it!
I got there at about 11.00 and he started straight away, how fab I was looking, he always fancied me, had I heard the rumours about his spectacular manhood (cocky sod), I led him by the bloody nose. So midnight, we’re sitting drinking champagne by his pool, I’ve got down to my undies and Tony is completely naked and yes, I did remember donkeys on Blackpool beach!
I had my bag with me, and had neatly folded my clothes as we undressed, I kissed him once (it was horrible, he was all slippery – Mal’s kisses were always the perfect ones for me) – so when I reached into my bag (for my dutch cap??) he was being a gentlemen and turning away thinking I was putting it in - he wasn’t even watching when I did ‘put it in’ – the knife right into his left side. I knew I’d got just the right spot, he turned towards me and looked like he was going to attack me, but I just pushed him in, he fell in the water and started to try to swim, but he was gasping for air. I jumped in and just held him under, he didn’t have any fight left in him and then it just stopped – he just stopped.
I pulled him to the side and lay him against one of the graduated steps, got out and got my knife, cut the G and then rolled him back on to his front. The blood was oozing into the water and it looked really pretty – Alan loved swimming, I wish I hadn’t been so mean to him, we could have gone swimming together. There were loads of things we should have done together, I’m sorry Alan I really really am.
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| Victim 5,6 - Faith Cole – D -, Neil Richardson – C – 16/12/06 |
| Victim 7,8 - Tracey Tomlinson (Tracey Green) – C –, Mal Kane – B – 16/12/06 |
Saturday 16th December (Diary page 281) FAITH, NEIL, TRACEY, MAL
I had dressed and was ready to go to the school reunion and said to Mal I was nipping out to the shop and would come back to pick him up – he had no idea what was coming, I was looking at him when I hit the side of his head with the hammer, he looked at me with this really weird expression on his face, it was shock but it was also recognition of what was to come. He fell backwards and just sort of slid down the stairs almost without a sound from him, just the bumping as he bounced down each stair. I walked down watching him all the time and said I’m sorry but I had to do this for Alan and he half-smiled at me, he knew and I think he was telling me it was all right. When I stabbed him it sort of crunched and he just sighed and then sort of wheezed. I was crying because I knew I had to do it, but I did love him – I loved him all these years before I remembered, but I had to do it for me as well as Mum and Dad and Alan. I watched him die and saw the light go out of his eyes, he still had this strange smile on his face. I think he was glad to die. He hadn’t told me about the cancer, but I knew and that it was terminal, so really I was saving him from a long lingering painful death. I left the house knowing that this was going to finish it and that no matter what happens to me, I know I’ve done the right thing.
When I arrived at the school some of them were already there – I had to check on the caterers and disco and everything else, but it was all fine and that left me free to get cracking.
Tracey was the easiest, she’d had too much to drink in the afternoon, she’d brought some champagne to show off. She said that she was going to go home, have a shower and come back later. I walked outside with her and said she shouldn’t drive, she walked to the car park behind the gym and was just about to get into her car when she said she thought she was going to be sick and went to the wall. I knew it was risky, but there was no-one around and it was dark. I smashed her head as usual but she didn’t fall down she just looked stunned and said “what did you do that for” – I said “cause you killed my brother” – she looked at me and said “what” – “who” and then she looked at me as though it made sense and she just started to shout for help when I stuck the knife in and she just fell down. I didn’t think anyone would hear, as the ones that were left were all inside. I had to pull her into the pile of cement and got into a muddle as I had to pull her backwards - I didn’t want to get blood on me, I didn’t think there was a problem as I was wearing my poncho thingie over my dress. I cut her leg as Alan sang our song. I covered her over with the blue tarpaulin and then that was that.
I had decided that classroom 1G was a great place to kill Faith – no-one was going to go there during the re-union cause it wasn’t on the ground floor and wasn’t put aside for exhibitions. I found a desk in the Art room that had her initials carved in and had moved it across last week. When I asked her to come along and see it she thought it was dead funny and said would I take a photo of her with the desk. I couldn’t believe it – middle of winter and she was wearing a skimpy dress, I asked if she was seeing someone and she said no, she wanted to be on her own and that meant she wouldn’t have to share her money with anyone. She said her dress was Versace, but it could have been Primark – who cares! She said that she earned so much money that she was happy to just have acquaintances. She said she had so many clients and it was brilliant cause it didn’t even have to get physical, she just shouted at them or whipped them and she loved the power. She was prattling on and on and I just thought OH SHUT UP and stuck the knife in, – I knew I was a lot stronger than she was and it would be alright – she sort of grunted at me then fell to her knees - she died really quickly, her eyes were open and she just stared through me. I pushed her under the desk and then cut the letter into her tanned, smooth – D for DEAD leg – tee hee!!
Neil Richardson was really weird I suggested we go up to the Library that Mal was up there and had found some books that we’d all written in when we formed the Anfield Gang. Neil was a bit pissed and said that would be fun. He started telling me all about his family, they sounded really nice and I began to feel really guilty about what I was about to do, but I knew that I couldn’t stop now, it was nearly over. When we came back down the stairs I walked behind him, which was really difficult cause he was being a gent and insisted I go first, I did, then stopped to chat and I stayed behind and then he stepped on to the landing and so I was standing above him and behind him. I hit him with the hammer really hard, cause I thought he was tall and strong and fit. I heard his brain crunch and smash, he didn’t make a sound- none of them did really, I thought they’d all be screaming, but they were all so quiet - he just fell backwards, easy as that. I stabbed him, again nothing, he was dead and didn’t know a thing. I carved the C – dum dum dee dum and thought how good I was getting, I carved the initials better every time, it looked so perfect it was like a tattoo – a tattoo of shame.
THE END - everyone dead and I feel so much better. It’s a shame Mal’s gone I’d really like to talk to someone about everything, I used to tell him everything - until I remembered what we’d done.
How can children be so wicked.
I can’t believe what happened tonight – they didn’t find Faith until about 9.30, the disco was in full swing and then we heard a terrible commotion as this couple came tearing in to tell us what they’d found. The next minute there were police everywhere – someone had rung on their mobile and the police were there really quickly. I’m so glad I got to the others early as I wouldn’t have been able to do them if they’d found Faith earlier. Within about half an hour, everyone had been herded into the canteen. They’d sealed off the rest of the school and started to search everywhere. They found Neil pretty quickly and people were crying and the police were interviewing everyone. I found it really easy to cry and tell them how sorry I was – it was like I was acting and directing a film and I was the only one that knew what was going on.
Quite a few people had gone home by the time they found Tracey – we had been interviewed and given all our details and the police said that we could go home but that they’d probably contact us again at a later date. But I hung around, firstly I wasn’t in a rush to get home to see Mal and also I wanted to see what happened when they found Tracey.
I asked for a policewoman to drive me home as I was frightened, I thought it was a really good touch, and she took my key to let me into the house, she saw Mal first and tried to stop me going in, when I saw him I pretended to faint and she fell for it hook, line and sinker – I could hear her radioing for help in a right panic. As I ‘came round’ she was there with water and then I just sat there in a daze, I couldn’t cry this time, in fact I felt like laughing I’d done such a great job and everyone believed me and felt sorry for me.
But at the same time I sort of wanted them to find me out – Katie will understand, she’ll be fine with Aunty Janet, but I don’t want them to get me until after Mum has gone, which won’t be long now – it’s only a matter of days the Macmillan Nurse said – then we can be together. Alan, Mum, Me, Mal – at last we can be together with no more guilt, no more blame.
Now I’ve done it all, the music that made me remember was “Here Comes the Bride”, but I’ve dedicated this all to you Alan, please forgive me – I did it all for you and I carved them with the musical notes, that have become “ Love Letters Straight from my Heart” to you, my darling baby brother.
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