Born a Serial Killer by Drac Von Stoller
Johnny Delmer was born in a cabin that should have been condemned in a small town known as Docerville. Johnny's parents didn't have much money to put food on the table for little Johnny to eat. Johnny's father Jack worked at Doc's gas station in Docerville whenever he wasn't drunk. Johnny's mother Susan worked as a waitress at Dugers Diner also located in Docerville, but only part-time because she had an alcohol problem as well. The Delmer's didn't own a car, so if they wanted to go to work or to the store they had to walk in the heat, rain or snow. Being that Johnny was just a little boy with dreams and visions like any little boy his age. All Johnny knew was the poor life he was given and had no idea most people owned cars or had running water in their homes. If little Johnny wanted a drink of water he would go to the well in the back of the cabin and if Johnny was lucky he would get enough water in his cup to wet his lips.
Johnny's father had a short fuse and it didn't take much to set him off. If little Johnny wanted to spend time with his daddy. His dad would kick him and tell him to go play with the chickens while he scolded his wife Susan about how awful her food tasted. Johnny didn't like the way his father treated his mother. For instance, if Susan didn't cook his food on time he would beat her or if he thought the food was too cold he would throw the plate of food at her. Jack would make comments like, "What kind of woman are you, you can't cook or clean. I don't know why I married you."Jack would also call her a fat pig. Seeing the way Johnny's father treated his mother was the early stages that would mold little Johnny Delmer into a Serial Killer.
One day Johnny was sitting at the table crying. Johnny's father said to his son, "What's my little mistake crying about?" Johnny replied "I'm hungry." Johnny's father came over to the table and hit Johnny in the back of the head and said, "If you're that hungry go outside and kill one of those chickens and cook it on the stove."
Johnny said, "I can't kill a chicken, I've never killed anything daddy."
"Don't daddy me, get your pathetic scrawny little body out there and kill that chicken. If you think that slap upside the head hurt you ain't seen nothing yet said Johnny's father. Johnny's father kicked Johnny out of his chair as poor little Johnny was crying his eyes out. Johnny went outside to their run down barn to get a hatchet to kill the chicken. Johnny grabbed him a chicken by the neck and cut its head off on a block of wood. Johnny watched as the chickens blood was pouring down the block of wood. Johnny put his fingers in the blood and felt how warm it was to touch. Then he was curious what it might taste like so he dipped his finger in the chicken's blood and tasted it. Johnny enjoyed tasting the blood and squeezed the chicken's neck into his mouth to drink the blood. Johnny was excited to tell his father that he killed the chicken. Johnny ran back into the cabin to show his father the chicken that he killed.
Johnny said, "Look dad I did what you told me to do. I killed the chicken and guess what? I drank the chickens blood it was so tasty and warm." "You little moron, I told you to just kill the chicken and cook it. Drinking the blood from the chicken's neck is weird," said Johnny's father.
Johnny put the chicken's body on the wood burning stove and fried it. Then Johnny brought the chicken to his father so they cook both eat it. Johnny's father told him to clean the blood off of his mouth. As Johnny turned to go outside to the well to pump some water to clean off the blood from his mouth his father threw the chicken and hit Johnny in the back of the head. Johnny said, "Why did you do that father?"
"I did it because that's not how you prepare a chicken to be cooked," said Johnny's father.
Johnny ran back in his room crying because of the humiliation his father brought upon him. Johnny lay down on the floor in his room and cried all night. Johnny didn't have the luxuries other children his age had. Things like running water and a nice soft bed to sleep in. Johnny found an old newspaper on the floor next to his bed and wiped the tears from his eyes. As Johnny was reading the dirty newspaper he came across an article on Ed Gein who was a Serial killer. Johnny was over taken with excitement and the more he read about Ed Gein's killings the more excited Johnny got. Johnny said, "I want to be just like this man Ed Gein. We have something in common, we both enjoy killing. But I have never killed another human being. Maybe someday I will kill another human being. Who knows maybe I'll be the next Ed Gein?"