Screams

I left my family and moved out west three years ago. But you should not judge me by that. You should judge me by the fact that I killed. Two people, to be exact. January fifth, in the year 2008. Mary and Samuel. That were their names. I shot them. I don't know exactly why. They annoyed me, I suppose. And the screams. They were delicious screams. So crackly, so real. Perhaps that was why I killed them. To hear them scream. But I can only hear that scream when I kill. So I must murder. The world is certainly not short of people.