Can't you hear them? Those whispers in the back of your mind? I can hear them... perhaps they're the reason why I'm like this today...
It all started five years ago. I had such a... happy life back then. Until I heard them. They were just quiet whispers at first. Quietly asking me to do things, small things, such as shoplifting or hiding the bills from my parents; but as I listened and followed their orders, they grew louder and louder bringing me to do bigger things to appease them, such as "accidently" passing the master key to a high security prisoner, but they could still be considered small. My first real crime as later, when I committed my first kill... They were my parents. The school I had attended threatened that I would be expelled if I didn't stop disemboweling the class pets and other small animals, but I didn't care. When my parents found out, they made a big fuss over it. It was then that something stronger stirred in me. Not the voices, but another instinct. The instinct to kill. That night, when they were asleep, I stole one of our kitchen knives and cut them all to pieces. With the taste of blood in my mouth, I hadto do more, find more to fuel the screams in my head and the aching need in my soul. By the time I was caught the screams in my headwere louder than ever, and the dead souls of those I killed were haunting every moment of my existence. The death penalty was truly a relief. Now my turn to pass on the whispers has arrived. YOU are my heir. Listen closely to them, they will be your only friends by the time we are through.
