Deep Inside a Psychopath's Mind: Avenger!

By Just-Thony

I've been stalking you!

Ekdikitís, a final year student of psychology / psychiatry, delves so deeply into the minds of every psychopath he has been able to study and interview, that at one point he believed himself to be one of the most ruthless psychopaths in the world, getting to commit the most horrendous crimes that have been committed on planet earth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Caligrama
• Release date: Jul 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9788418787508

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Deep Inside a Psychopath’s Mind

Avenger!

Just-Thony

Deep Inside a Psychopath’s Mind

Avenger!

First edition: 2021

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ISBN eBook: 9788418787508

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This book has been able to see the light thanks to the fact that thirteen psychopaths (many of them women) have agreed to be interviewed while they were prisoners in different countries, all of them, the most dangerous, ruthless and soulless of the world, allowed me to collect stories of many cases in which they were involved, several of those stories appear in this book.

Let’s see, although it took me months of work and hundreds of hours of coming and going, hours of arduous administrative paperwork, before and after the interviews, and although all those controls to enter and leave those prisons where I have carried out the interviews have been very stormy, I think that in the end I have been gratified to see how this psychological thriller could be edited so we can have a clearer idea of what is hidden in the depths of the mind of a psychopath.

Although it is now freezing cold on this hideous full moon night on a Friday the 13th, I’m barefoot and only wearing my girlfriend Sophia’s micro string thong. But don’t think I have stolen her micro string thong! No, she lent it to me, and she knows exactly why I am wearing it and what I am going to do while I am wearing it. Yes, she knows very well simply because she not only enjoys watching what I do but she also enjoys doing the same. Well, as most of you might know, nowadays there are many more women manifesting psychopathic behaviour than men! Yes, if you pay close attention to the gruesome killings that take place daily, you’ll notice that most killings of kids are carried out by their mothers, most of those killings are carried out in sadistic and psychopathic ways, most husbands are being killed by their wives, most boys are killed by their girlfriends or boyfriends in cruel, sadistic or psychopathic ways.

Now, although it could sound strange, all psychopaths have decided to share everything with you today, not only because most psychopaths in the world want to come out of the darkness or want you to know who they are, but also because all the psychopaths cannot hide anymore, simply because psychopaths are everywhere, in every place you live, study, walk, work and sleep, yes, also where you sleep or the person you are sleeping with might be a psychopath although she/he still may not have manifested her or his psychopathic characteristics and behaviour.

Now I’m waiting for something to happen, or rather, to take place again. Well, what I am waiting for has happened many times this week and for sure, will soon happen again; I only need to be patient although I’ll have to be patient for many long hours! But I am so patient that I can wait without getting tired, without getting bored and without complaining.

Now I need to keep silent because… Here come two! I’m keeping completely still otherwise they will run away from me. Here I go! Pop! And Pop! I’ve got them! I chopped them right in the centre of their bodies! Right in the middle of their spine along their body from the head down, now… Pop! (Eight times) in the blink of an eye I chopped off the four limbs of each and now pop! And pop! Their head, I could see how my two axes seemed to be two very clean and clear mirrors waving through the air before hitting their targets! Reflecting the light of the full moon against the walls and the ceiling and illuminating the whole place. The axes chopped those two bodies as if the axes were laser rays or laser blades rather than axes made of metal; I see blood stains on every window and even on the ceiling! My hands are very red, my stomach has been covered with the same blood, and I have the impression that even my face, including my nose and lips, have been splashed. By the way, now I have the smell and I feel the warmth of fresh blood right next to my nose! Blood shed by two more of my mortal victims on an evening with a full moon on a Friday the 13th. Now I’m cutting their torso into slices from their neck down, and the smell I perceive is like that described to me by a psychopath I met in a prison in Sydney. He told me that the smell of blood would never be the same from two different living entities! He told me that adult blood has a different texture, smell and taste to a baby’s blood, indeed, he was right, right now I check the texture and smell of these two different bloods, the older one I just killed has a different texture and smell to the very young one, a few hours ago I chopped a big rabbit and shortly after, a young one just to see if what he told me, that the blood of a young one differs from that of an adult is true, and indeed, it does.

I have accomplished my work here the way I wanted and expected to, I have filmed everything I’ve done, and although I waited for many long hours in order to achieve my goal, finally I have been rewarded, I mean, I have the feeling that I found the right butter for my bread, the most delicious dressing for my salad and the perfect topping for my cake.

Now I go to another place close to my house. It is a very dark, empty, cold and sometimes terrifying park that seems to be more an abandoned jungle or a cemetery than a park or place where you might walk, but some people go there to walk their dogs because out there they don’t need to clean up their mess. Then they take the opportunity to meet people, I mean, sexual meetings, they also use the park as a dump, I mean, where they offload their intestinal waste, or simply where they take a walk at night, in the dark, many of them walk alone while others walk with another person.

Here I am, although it is very cold and there is a lot of thick mist. I am still wearing my girlfriend Sophia’s same micro string thong, all over my body I still have those many splashes from the different bloods I have had the chance to see, feel, smell and also taste this full moon night. I’m standing in the dark under a tree, against its trunk, but here the light of the full moon only illuminates me and my axes a little bit, and because the mist is too thick I can hardly see those hundreds of huge owls that fly nonstop carrying their prey, prey that continually make blood-curling noises that indicate they are feeling too much pain caused by the sharp claws of those too big killer owls tearing their bodies. I can also hear many other strange sounds, and I also hear when somebody is approaching, I can perceive their smell well before they approach me, I’m sure that the mist carries their smell well before they get closer to me. For the same reason I am able to tell if the approaching person is a girl, a man, a young person, an adult or an old person, without any doubt I can perceive the smell of the pet that accompanies those people, I’m able to distinguish between a dog or a cat, a male or female, I can tell if that approaching pet is a young puppy, an adult pet or an old one.

I’m holding in my hands the same two very sharp axes I used a few minutes ago, they are still covered with blood; they still keep the same smell of very fresh blood although that blood has already formed thick clots, and although a few minutes have passed, I can feel it is still warm.

Here comes a girl, she is walking a dog, a big, male dog.

Although I can’t see them yet, I perceive the smell of the girl, she smells of her period, of a girl of eighteen, or twenty-one at most. I’m getting ready to greet her, I’m opening my eyes wide, showing on my face a very psychopathic look, I open my mouth so she can see my teeth, and I do my best to show my body bathed in blood, and I get my two axes ready in case I will need to use either of them, perhaps I’ll have to use both, in that case I’ll be even happier. Now she’s close by, her dog stops a bit away from me, the girl looks in all directions, she needs to do something and decides that she could do it here. Here she goes, she lifts up her skirt, squats down, pulls down her panties, extracts her tampon and places it on the ground next to her body, and now she’s making some bowel movements, right here, in front of me although a few yards away. While she is busy, her dog came to me but he does not see me although he’s next to my blood-soaked feet.

She goes, her dog stays behind and tries to pick up the tampon she left lying on the ground, she tries to drag the dog way but he refuses to go. She does not know what her dog is trying to do, and he’s almost ready to bite that tampon, something I should not permit to happen. Here I go! I throw one of the axes and I hit that tampon before the dog could get it! The axe hits it right in the middle! The dog sees the axe flying towards the tampon! But does not see where it came from although I’m here in front of him, staring at him with wide open eyes and an unmistakable psychopathic expression on my face. He saw how the axe landed on top of that piece of cotton, then he could see that the blood plug has been split into two, and he jumps with fear but still does not see me! The girl has heard the noise made by the axe and now comes back to see what has happened. She’s standing almost in front of me, I keep still, and I don’t even breathe. I also order my mind to be still and not to think a single thought. I’m opening my eyes in an exaggerated way, just like all psychopaths do, I’m letting her see that I’m a very dangerous guy, a truly bad boy, a murderer, a rapist and for sure, a cannibal. I’m certain that if she ever sees my face, she will certainly know that I am showing her what I am, but although I’m almost in front of her, she does not see me, and she only looks at the axe covered with her blood and the split tampon! From here I can see that the blood of that tampon has splashed in all directions, also the paper she used to wipe her ass has been splashed with some of the blood. She has become totally paralysed, and of course, she cannot move! She keeps staring at the axe completely covered with blood, she stares at her tampon and the grimace on her face tells me that she cannot understand what she’s seeing or what has happened.

Now she reacts and begins running away, dragging her dog, she falls to the ground, she is so afraid that she cannot stand up again and she has hurt her leg against a rock. I see blood from her leg on that rock, and I see her leg is bleeding badly but she’s gone.

I’m running to get that tampon; I need it and I also need to get some of her blood I see on that rock.

I check out the blood from her tampon and the blood from her leg, and after I have checked out the other blood samples from the experiments I did on recent nights, I was able to understand and believe that the psychopath from Sydney was right when he explained to me that through touch, smell and taste you’ll be able to tell the difference in age, in character, in intellect not only in the blood of humans but in animals as well. This means that it is true that the blood of a newborn and a young girl does not have the same texture, the same smell and same taste as blood from an adult and from an old person, and the same principle applies to animals. He also told me that when he needs to approach a girl that is walking with, or is guarded or protected by dogs, he’ll get rid of his clothes before he approaches or waits for her. At most he’ll wear a micro string thong, that way those animals will never smell him or feel his presence even if they are next to him, the girl will never spot him even if she is standing right in front of his eyes. He said that in the middle of the night or just in dark places you could go unseen or unperceived when you are only wearing what I’ve been wearing these nights, he also told me he always wears a psychopathic stare on his face in order to scare the girl or the dog if they ever find him and take a look at him. He said that when they look at him and see that look on his face they will see that he’s serious, not playing the bad guy but that he really is a bad guy. He added that dogs also become afraid when they are surprised by that kind of stare, he explained to me that dogs will always run away if they notice him because they don’t expect to see what they have not smelled. Well, after many attempts to achieve what I have achieved tonight, I can tell that he was more than right.

Right away I’ll send my girlfriend the films I’ve got from some psychopaths and the films of what I’ve been doing these recent nights. She says she can’t wait to see them; she loves everything I do, and she calls me her lovely little psychopath. By the way, in recent weeks she has been meeting some high-profile psychopaths because she also wants to know a lot about psychopathic behaviour. She keeps telling me that she wants to know if a psychopath really is an apathetic person or if it is simply a matter of discovering the way to show them how to awaken the four attributes of empathy a said psychopath seems to lack. She thinks that one day she will be able to find the answer.

Although it is now a bit late, I’ll go and see my girlfriend, I want to share with her everything I did, felt and thought.

I’m leaving now to see her, she just phoned and asked me to wait for her because she is still busy helping her father with some patients. Her dad is a psychologist/psychiatrist and owns a psychiatric clinic here in London and she has been doing an internship in his clinic for a few months, guided, helped and advised by him. Sometimes she works only with him, sometimes she works with her father’s two brothers, or uncles, who are psychologists and psychiatrists as well and work in the same clinic. They have done to Sophia what their father has done to them, advising, pushing and almost forcing her to follow the same steps, studying psychology and psychiatry.

When she has finished her shift we’ll meet in a place where I love to sit, where lots of girls go, and, because I like to wait, I always arrive before her, because while I wait I have the chance to put into practice my kinesic skills and the fact that I can hear from a distance of more than thirteen metres. While I wait I can study the behaviour of all those girls just by listening to what they say, and just by seeing the shape of their bodies, faces and hair, by seeing how they sit, how they move, talk or behave I can tell which city, borough or even country they come from. I can tell where they live, where they work or study, what time they leave and arrive home, and even where and how they sleep and who they sleep with. And because I am able to know most things about them just by listening and paying attention to how they gesticulate and behave, many times I go to the place where they work or study, just to see if I was right or not, and until now it has proved right, I never made a single mistake.

I’ve been here for a few hours, Sophia is still busy but I really don’t care, I can wait my whole life. I’m paying a lot of attention to all the girls who come here, and while I’m waiting I go over in my mind everything I have done tonight. I can still hear the screams of pain of those victims I killed, I still perceive the smell of fresh, warm blood, its texture and its colour. In my mind I can see my whole house filled with corpses, I see the walls of my house completely covered with blood, the carpets covered with blood, the doors and windows the same. I know that my house is a complete mess but I can’t help it because I never learned how to clean. I was born into a rich family where my mum had many maids who did everything for us, but now that I live alone the girls who come to clean my house run away well before entering, they say it stinks too bad, of blood and of death. Many of those girls who have been cleaning my house have seen and heard me reviewing videos made by different psychopaths, they run away at the speed of light. I understand them but I would like them to understand that I’m passionate about my work and I need to practise a lot in order to be able to unlock the powers of the mind.

I’m still waiting, Sophia still needs to work but she told me she’s very afraid because she has a patient that not only has psychiatric problems but seems to be a true psychopath. Two weeks ago, this patient molested her seizing the opportunity when her dad and her uncles were busy. I told her to take the pepper spray and spray him directly in his eyes, nose and mouth, then when he can’t see and breathe she should hit his head many times with whatever she finds, a big, or rather, very huge and thick flower vase, for example. Or she should conceal a big hammer under her clothes and hit him in the face and head hundreds of times very quickly and without stopping. She told me that he always finds ways of touching her to see if she has something hidden to protect herself, and when he sees that she has nothing, he waits until she is busy doing something and he does his best to touch her. On that occasion he’s put his hand up her skirt and almost took off her underwear. When she shared that weird thing with me I told her to show him a very large picture of two of my axes completely covered in blood, and to tell him I would be able to chop off his limbs without giving him the chance to know when, how or where, and then I would cut off his head in the blink of an eye, and to finish I would slice down his torso from his neck quicker than a professional Chinese cook. On that occasion she told him what I asked her to tell him but he told her I will never be able to do what I said because he could see she was still clearly a virgin because I’m not able to fuck her. He told her he could make her feel what I couldn’t and added that he knew she never shaves her pubic hair and he’ll be glad to pull that hair with his lips or teeth until he makes her scream with pleasure. Well, I got mad, I told her I’ll pretend to be her and I’ll buy the biggest cucumber I can find, I’ll put a hard iron bar right in the centre of it, and then I will wrap it with gauze, and lastly, I’ll chop his limbs off in the blink of an eye! But not his head, so he can see how I insert that cucumber up his ass for many long hours, just enjoying it while he pleads for more.

She said she told him everything I said but he only laughed and keeps harassing her. Well, last week he actually did what he said he’d do! He waited until her dad was busy, and he put his hands up her skirt and pulled her pubic hair in a way she thought she was going to die of pain. I asked her to give me his address, I’ll go find him and I’ll do what I promised. She said she’s afraid he will kill me, and if he sees he can’t, he’ll kill her. I asked her to shave her pubic hair, she said she will kill him if he keeps harassing her. I asked how she would kill him and she said she always hides a huge, two-sided knife under the mattress of the couch where she examines him, something he will never suspect. I asked her what will happen if he finds that knife, she said she will make use of plan B. Plan B? I asked. She said she hides a bigger, three-sided knife where only she’ll be able to find it.

I’m waiting, and although I sit far away from those girls, I can listen to what they are all saying and I’m paying a lot of attention to what they are doing, and those girls, just like boys, most of what they talk about has to do with some kind of sexual behaviour, or about wanting to fuck or even steal someone else’s boyfriend or even the husband or girlfriend of their friends and even of their own sisters. Now, seeing how they behave, I know all of them are going to a party tonight; all of them are carrying big bags filled with sweets and drinks.

Here comes another one, she is carrying a plastic bag, although what she is carrying is not visible, I know she is carrying two bottles of wine, although I don’t see the bottles. Just looking at the bag she is carrying, and how she carries those bottles inside her bag I know what kind of wine they’re going to drink tonight, and the bottles she bought are cheap ones, I know because she has covered those bottles with some other things, only the bread and ham can be seen.

One more girl is entering, she is carrying a bag as well, but not a cheap plastic one. From here I can see or guess she has many bottles of wine, she lets people see the top of the bottles, which means they are quite good wine but not the best. She goes to sit with a group of girls that are carrying the same kind of bags where I can see the same kind of bottles. Most of the other girls talk about their shopping, now one of them lets the other girls see the bottles she has bought, she tries to let everybody know she has spent quite a lot of money. Next to her sits a girl who shows really high standards, I see that she has many bottles as well and they have been well wrapped. She just talks about her bottles but doesn’t show them. Since she entered I see she does not feel comfortable, she crosses her legs and covers her thighs very often with her skirt, and always tries not to make eye or even body contact with boys and also avoids too much contact with male waiters. I’m sure that soon she’ll go to take out her used tampon, put in a fresh one and will come back smiling and perhaps will decide to talk about the bottles, will sit in a sexier way and will make more contact with boys. There she goes, she’s whispering to another girl, she does not know I’m listening to what she is saying, the other girl searches inside her hand bag; I already know what she’s searching for. Now they both look everywhere to make sure nobody sees what they are exchanging but I know. She has got it; I see a big chunk of white thing, now she will exchange her blood clot, not a tiny blood plug.

Sophia tries to reach me through WhatsApp. Again, she says she’s having problems with the same guy, she says he went too far, he dared to put his hand very deep inside her underwear, and even put a finger in her genitalia or to where until this day I’ve not put even one of my thoughts. I’m very angry! I’m fucking angry! I really want to kill him; I write to her that I am coming right away to pick her up; I have two of my axes still covered with blood in the boot of my car. She asks me what I want to do to him, I say now it’s for good, I will chop off his limbs, not his head, and then I will insert the cucumber that, by the way, I prepared and have next to the axes. She only laughs at what I say, and then says that when you work with psychopaths you should expect those kinds of things to happen. No, I said, it must not happen to my girlfriend, I’ve never tried to put a finger there because I want to wait until we get married and he puts his dirty finger where I don’t put even one of my thoughts.

She asks me if I’m jealous. Of course I am! I say. She asks me what else I would be able to do for her, I told her I will open up his stomach without letting him die, and I will extract his chunchullo and will eat it right away! Raw! Warm and with its contents, while letting that guy watch me doing it.

She laughs again, it makes me much angrier. She asks what tuntulo means and I tell her I said chunchullo, I add chunchullo means small intestines. She asks where I learned to eat that and I say a psychopath I met in a prison in South America talked about it, and since then I only dream about chunchullo. She says that now more than ever she’d like to meet all those psychopaths to teach her those weird tastes, like the one from tuntulo, then she laughed at my stupidities and says she’s coming to see me, she says she has important things to share with me. She and I calmed down.

She is here, she has a very pale face and she’s white as a sheet of paper. I’m very afraid to see her that way. She cannot talk and I’m doing my best to calm her down and to hear what the problem was. When I saw her that way I asked her to go with me to get the two axes that I have in the boot of my car. She says it has nothing to do with the psychopath but about a conversation she heard between her dad and his lawyers, he didn’t know she was listening. His lawyers said that prosecutors found enough evidence to bring him, his two brothers and his father to trial, all to do with the death of her granny and years later with the death of her mother. (Her granny was treated by her husband, Sophia’s grandfather who was a Psychotherapist and Psychiatrist as well.) She died in strange circumstances and a few hours later she was cremated, all evidence of her treatment disappeared, and the same happened to Sophia’s mother, exactly the same. She was treated by her husband and his two brothers, or Sophie’s father and her two uncles.

She told me that although when her granny married her husband she was a normal girl, a few months later she was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder or multiple personality disorder, she was hearing voices, seeing entities or shapes, and most of what she used to hear had to do with commands/orders asking her to kill people, to kill her own family, to burn down her house or her friends’ houses. When Sophia’s mother married, she was a healthy young girl as well but after a few months the same thing happened to her as happened to her mother. It is said that they were both treated by Sophia’s grandfather with the help of his son, or her father. But now she heard that all those men would have to face justice, she says that although it would be a good idea to clarify everything concerning those deaths, she saw that her dad was devastated by the news, and worse, knowing that his father and his two siblings will have to face those same charges as well.

We don’t know what to say, we are tired and cannot even think, I can’t deny that this news has spoiled my party. I was so happy with everything I had achieved this full moon night, but I have the feeling that it is true that on Friday the 13th, and a full moon night, weird things could happen, and that’s what I’m seeing.

I want to keep her company but she says she would like to be with her father and uncles for the hours he/they will remain free, her grandfather is on holiday in the Maldives but Interpol has issued a red note in order to get him. I understand her very well, although lots of mysteries surround the death of her granny and her mother, she loves her father, grandfather and uncles too much, and her father has been like her mother since her mum died.

Sophia has brought a bottle of wine for me, and because she knows that sometimes I enjoy a white line, she brought me some cocaine. She said she could not contact the boy who normally supplies us, so she has bought it from another boy who sells on the streets of the city centre. I asked her if she knows that dealer, she said she does not know him but she saw him selling stuff to many tourists and because of that she thinks it must be good stuff.

Although it’s now quite late I feel like going somewhere and drinking wine, to try to relax or at least to sit somewhere while taking lots of pleasure putting my kinesics and listening skills into practice and studying the behaviour of all those that will cross my path, that will help me understand the behaviour of humans and animals. But this full moon night I have seen, felt, smelled and tasted enough blood although it has only been the blood of rabbits, I have got lots of psychopathic inspirations, strange or really weird thoughts and I have had strong impulses to torture, kill and eat the chunchullo of the psychopath who is molesting my girlfriend. I have practised a lot, and tonight, although on a full moon night and Friday the 13th. Although I still hear nonstop the howling of hungry wolves, and although I can hear and also see hundreds of owls flying over my house and around those thousands of trees that surround my house, here where I am there will not be any sex or cannibalistic behaviour, simply because this full moon night I’m just practising in order to learn more and understand how real psychopaths act, how they prepare and test their tools, how they choose, follow, scare and kill their victims. Indeed, what I’m doing this night is something I need to do in order to be able to make my thesis ready and also to see if what I heard those psychopaths saying was true or just imagination or exaggerations on their part.

I have heard people saying that on every full moon night, psychopaths get lots of satanic ideas and demonic inspiration. I have also often heard people say that on full moon nights many psychopaths become very afraid because it is well known that on full moon nights many psychopaths get mortally wounded, murdered or simply caught, and if it is true that a full moon night is the curse of all psychopaths, well, I should stop now and just go take a rest. Perhaps I’ll check out the many gruesome films I have got or all those I made myself. Anyway, soon it will be a new different moon and a new day and I’ll have to go on with my daily business and go to school because soon I will become what I’m dreaming of becoming, a psychologist/psychiatrist in order to better understand the behaviour of most humans but also all the behaviour of psychopaths and serial killers and to explore the minds of every psychopath since both Sofia and I want to know if psychopaths have emotions or feelings, and if they have the four attributes of empathy, that is: Mercy, Compassion, Piety and Love. I also want to clarify here that I have not been a psychopath, I am not and never will be, I repeat, I am a final year student of psychology and psychiatry.

I’m at home, and as if this full moon night on Friday the 13th should be the night to bring bad news into our lives, Sophia has just sent me a message, the four boys have been arrested and taken to special security places and her grandfather will be sent to London where, for sure, bad news awaits him.

I do not know whether to go and see her or go to sleep. She refuses to see me saying she needs some quietness and privacy. I wanted to go out and drink some wine but I decided that I still have lots of things to do. I will have to study the whole night here at home.

My phone rings, I see Sophia is trying to get in touch with me. I ask her how she feels; she says she feels better than a few minutes ago. I ask her why she is still awake; it is very late and I know that soon she’ll have to go to college and then to the clinic. She says she cannot sleep thinking about me, and about her family’s problems. She asks me if I had gone out. I said I hadn’t, I wanted to go somewhere but I still have too much homework to do, I came home and I will stay here. She asked me how the blow from the new dealer was. I said I hadn’t tried it yet. She said she really hopes it will be good stuff.

I’m very tired but to celebrate what I have done this full moon night I want to drink some wine from the bottle she brought, and I will snort some of this blow. This bottle of wine she gave me was open! And she told me it was a bottle that she and her father were planning to drink together but they decided to give it to me. I already drank a few sips but it tastes a bit weird, also the white she brought has a weird smell and seems to be synthetic but anyway I will snort a short line.

I drank half a glass of that wine and I snorted a relatively short line but something strange is happening, I feel as if I’m going to fall asleep or as if I’m going to faint, I have a very strong headache and my sight has become very blurred. This is truly weird, after I drank those few sips of wine and snorted that short line I begin hearing weird noises and I have the feeling that some people have come into my house or as if someone is watching me hiding somewhere here inside.

Something even weirder has just happened! For some unknown reason all the lights in my house have gone off and now more than ever I feel the presence of those people I have been feeling since a few minutes ago…What is this? From the walls of this place I see four huge beings or creatures turning up or appearing here, right in front of my astonished eyes! I want to scream but I just can’t! I want to run away but I just can’t! I’m completely paralysed! Hypnotised, lured or perhaps bewitched, and although I can’t see anybody next to my body, I can feel hands grabbing me by my arms and stopping me from running away. I feel them prick my arms with a long, thick needle and that injection has made my headache more intense. I just begin hearing weird sounds or noises that grow very quickly in intensity, and although my sight is blurred I can still see that those four beings that just appeared here from inside the walls are growing in size. These four huge entities have become much bigger!

I take a look at a clock that hangs on one of the walls of my living room, that clock shows it is Friday the 13th. And it shows it is 00:00:00.

These beings stare at me constantly, all of them look very strong, they are ugly and have the appearance of devils! All of them are made of fire and flames instead of normal flesh and all of them have the kind of horns that devils have. Although the electric power has failed, the whole room is completely illuminated by the light of the flames emanating from these beings. I perceive a very strong smell of sulphur invading this whole place, and although I can’t see anybody else except the four devils, I hear voices, I hear sirens and the sound of someone trying to break down a door or a window and I hear someone asking me to open my eyes or wake up! I also hear some people moaning and others complaining, I think because of pain and in the back of my mind I can also hear noises made by hospital machines and perceive the smell of medicine.

What is happening is very strange, I am having difficulty coordinating my thoughts, my headache increases without stopping and I don’t know who I am, where I am or why I am in these conditions. Just then I hear the voice of my little sister crying , also Sofia’s voice, the two of them ask me to open the door so they can rescue me, while they scream and cry. I hear someone trying to break down a door or window, at the same time I hear sirens of ambulances or the police. Once again, my little sister shouts and asks me to open the door so I can be rescued. But I’m wondering: why do I have to be rescued? Has something bad happened to me? Have I perhaps had an accident I can’t remember? Now I hear Sofia muttering that perhaps the wine or powder she bought from a street vendor was poisoned as has happened with many other patients.

Although these huge entities are made of fire or flames, all of them wear clothes, clothes that never burn. Although one of them looks like an earthling girl, they truly have the appearance of real devils, they have horns, also made of fire, and they don’t have hands and feet but paws with very long and pointy claws. Except the one that looks very like an earthling girl, they have some bodily hair which also seems to be made of fire. The one that looks very like an earthly girl has breast, hips and hair of a real girl but she also has those same horns made of fire. All these four entities are huge! They are so huge they cannot stand up inside this room, so they have to stoop in order to be able to move inside this place.

They are making very strange sounds, sounds that let you know that you really are in the presence of what you know or call devils.

Now they’re introducing themselves to me, they say they come from Hell but can live anywhere. They don’t need a particular world, they can be found anywhere where lots of sin, rage, savagery, cruelty and death can be found.

The one that looks like an earthly girl says her name is Efséveia but told me I could call her Marianthi. Another of these devils says its name is Eleos. This one also looking very like a girl but without breasts, hips and girl’s hair but seems to be what we know as a red-haired girl, says its name is Sivogna, and the fourth one says its name is Agapi. Now they say that whether I like it or not, from now on my name will be Ekdikitís and that I should forget my real name. I ask them what that weird name means. They say it is a code name that is none of my business. They then say they are on a mission here on earth and they need my help, and now they are in a hurry. I ask them why they think I’m the right guy to help them, why they have chosen me, and how I will be able to help them. They say they have found two people on earth who are the right people to carry out the job they need. They say that the other candidate is a very professional psychopath/serial killer who has murdered hundreds of people in the most gruesome ways, but after have closely studied both candidates, they’ve chosen me because apart from what I have done in recent weeks, a few weeks ago they saw and heard me saying some things that for them are of paramount importance.

I ask them what things I have done or said that made them decide to choose me.

They say that apart from what I’ve done to all those animals, this Friday the 13th on a full moon night, killing them and showing real psychopathic and sadistic traits, a few weeks ago they heard me saying that if the psychopath who was sexually harassing Sophia tried it on one more time, I would not only murder him while looking deeply into his fearful and astonished eyes, but I would also eat all his chunchullo, slowly, raw, and well before that psychopath passed away so that he could see what I was doing to his body parts, eating them raw. One more reason, they say, is that I seem to really enjoy talking about murdering my victims in very gruesome and psychopathic ways, something that will be very important to them because it will help them to achieve what they need to do.

I ask them why they presume I enjoy murdering my victims in gruesome ways; I tell them I don’t feel that this is true. First of all, I have never killed a human being, and what I did tonight, killing those animals, was because I need to practise in order to prepare my degree thesis. They say that a few weeks ago they heard me telling Sophia that in order to murder the psychopath that was molesting her, I would pose as her, buy the biggest cucumber I could find, put a hard iron bar right in the centre of it, wrap it with gauze and some condoms and lastly, I would chop his limbs off in the blink of an eye! But not his head so he could watch me insert that cucumber up his ass for many long hours, just enjoying it while he