Coping With a Dying Society: The Chilling Accounts of a Serial Killer

By JI Q

Mark Acosta (born on September 26, 1981) is a Mexican-American serial killer who later became known as the Juarez Killer. Initially at a young he became fascinated with dealing of the occult which emerged immediately after his father's death in a secret Army operation in the Middle East. Throughout his infancy, he was diagnosed as having dissociative identity disorder. The parent's unable to help his son through science eventually took him to a shaman whom declared him as having encountered a demon which through spiritual help would be able to overcome a possible possession.
The death of his father helped his fears grow out of control to the point of having nervous breakdowns many of which often resulted in black outs and violent rages. His mother eventually fell mentally ill after being unable to cope with her deranged son's behavior and abused him throughout his teens eventually pushing him to commit murder.

Mark believed that a demon that went by the name of Jeffrey possessed him many times in order to commit atrocities against women specifically. After falling in love with a girl whom he had an extremely abuse relationship with and had planned to eventually kill, he let his guard down and allowed her to discover his true personality. She eventually ran away and notified the police immediately after he found a photo album that contained pictures of the women he had killed through mutilation. The police also found some human remains signaling that he liked to keep certain human parts as keepsakes from his victims.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sinister Publications
• Release date: Jan 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310914850

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Coping with a Dying Society:

The Chilling Accounts of a Serial Killer

JIQ

Sinister Publications © 2013

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Dedications

This is dedicated to Corina, the only one who actually helped me come out of the darkness. It was in those darkest moments that she was the only person who showed me compassion beyond my fragile mind. You don’t know how badly I wish that things would have been different. You fell in love with a monster, with a creature of the night that silently took many young lives away from the people who loved them.

I would also like to dedicate this truth to those whom have lost a loved one because of my actions. I do not seek forgiveness nor compassion, empathy, or any emotion. I did what I did and there is no turning back the hands of time. The only thing I hope to accomplish is bring some type of closure upon your ill, tattered hearts by knowing that my day of reckoning is upon me. Your loved ones are in a better place now. A far better place than where I am headed.

Corina, you have no idea how much I learned to love you. I tried really hard to change. I tried. The only problem was that I was already broken when you found me. I was gone. I was mentally damaged and you knew that very well. Life has a funny way of showing you the impossible or unreachable just so you can have an idea of the things you will never be able to attain. I just hope that the incidents that have been taking place, similar to mine are not the works of you. I simply hope that I have not indoctrinated you with my hate, and that everything is just a dream: a dream where both of us can come together in a new life, a clean slate.

In my daydreams I still picture you like the day I met you. A beautiful girl with such big striking eyes; a girl who had her eyes set on finding true happiness. You were there light in my darkness. You were the comfort in my pain, the sanity in my lunacy, and you were more than the truth beyond my lie; a lie that eventually consumed us both. I am sorry and truly hope you can truly forgive me.

I reached out from the darkness only to find an empty void ahead of me. I kept still, kept thinking there had to be something else. I woke up from the darkness eventually and found you standing before me in that beautiful blue dress. I always wondered why you chose blue when your favorite color was black; when you were riddled just like I was. I hugged you from behind and interlaced my hands with yours. I reached over and placed my head on your shoulder. Immediately you turned left and then I saw the beauty in your smile even if it was only a fraction of a second. Remember what you said?

"Things will be alright."

Contents

Intro

Preface

Chapter 1: My Problem

Chapter 2: A Greater Power

Chapter 3: Change from Within

Chapter 4: Ode to the Fallen

Chapter 5: The Nature of the Beast

Chapter 6: Divine Call

Chapter 7: Shortcomings

Chapter 8: Making Amends

Chapter 9: Reparations

Chapter 10: A New Direction

Chapter 11: Forgiveness

Chapter 12: Rapture

Intro

Today, with the emergence of what is considered to be a new age phenomenon, economic difficulties have led to the rise in crime all over the country. And these rising crime waves have made it extremely difficult for law enforcement agencies to catch notorious criminals like Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, and John Wayne Gacy among many others. But it is following criminal, whom during these times of turmoil, has truly shocked the world after the discovery of a series of gruesome murders he committed. His name, Mark Acosta.

The following is the personal accounts of the cold blooded killer who went undetected for many years. He left behind a trail of bloodshed between two bordering nations: Mexico and the United States. And all of his victims, except for one, were females. What you are about to witness are the events told straight from the devil’s mouth.

Preface

I finally came to my senses a few months before my execution. I had already served several years in state prison while awaiting for that final day where I would finally meet my maker. I had always blamed everyone else for the troubles that consumed my energy on a daily basis. It was nearly impossible for me to see the big picture. In all reality, I was only blinded by my ego, and because of that, I became a victim of my own demise. I carefully, but subconsciously fashioned an alter ego by the name of Jeffrey, a demon who I once met behind the Cristo Rey Church in El Paso, Texas as an instrument to cope with a society that was failing. It was failing because the mechanisms that had been put in place in order to protect it had failed miserably in preventing a troubled youth from becoming a perpetrator, whom, would eventually destroy the lives of many young women whom had just about any right to live as much as anyone else, including me.

From early on, he kept haunting me, never leaving me alone even for the slightest moment. He kept drilling holes in my fragile mind. He kept filling them with lies which would later become the only truths I would know. Now that I am close to my own true destruction, cowardly, he has abandoned me. I should have known better. So they say. The issue is no one showed me the way. No one took the time to correct me when I was wrong. No one took the time to hug me when I felt lonely. No one, not anyone whatsoever even showed the slightest sign of empathy for me. Now, after so long, after so many years they come and question me why I did what I did. Thing is, I did what I had to do, because in the end, it was the only thing I could do.

After all the chaos it now seems that society is now ready and interested in finding out what went wrong. Now they are interested on what could have been done better. The fundamental problem for many others like me is that it might be a little too late to make any changes for the better, even though, it might be a healthy new start for the newer generations that are coming up. For everyone else going through the same path I traveled there is something to be done. There is still hope for change

Now, I find myself ready for my execution. The date has seen set and I long for it to come ever so patiently only because I dread being alive after all the things I did. All I ever leave behind is this explanation which I hope might give the families affected some type of closure. I sincerely hope it can also shed some light as to how people like me become infected by the rage. It is a rage that consumes your soul slowly and deliberately commands you to sin against humanity in forms beyond human comprehension.

I am not writing this to make you all understand, but rather let you see the things out there that haunt us on a daily basis with your own eyes. It is only till then that you will be able to witness firsthand and possibly decipher the bigger picture.

My Problem

Memories usually come and go, but their