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I was only 15 when it all began. I had the whole world before me and a
Some friends and I had decided to go to the course and mess around. It
James was a small nerdy kid who worked around the driving range.
The game was going as usual and as we played up hole #9, which runs parallel with the driving range, we saw James picking up balls. We all glanced at one another and laughed as I dropped a ball down and grabbed my wedge. Poor son-of-a-bitch never saw it coming. One minute the ball is sailing in the air, and the next we see James twitch and fall to the ground. Finally one of us had hit him! We all stood laughing and high fiving over the accomplishment. We then noticed that James
When I got to James, I noticed that there was blood coming out of his head. I shook him a little to see if there was any reaction. He groaned a little bit and I sighed in relief. As his eyes opened I noticed they were completely blacked out by his pupils.
That was just the beginning though. It was as if I had now developed a thirst for blood. It has been 7 years since I killed James at the golf course. In that time I have killed 10 more people. All of them were strangers from the city not far from where I live. All of them with a different style.
This was taken from a letter delivered to the Rhode Island State Troopers in 2002. After searching for unsolved murder cases between 1995 and 2002, police found 11 cases. They were all killed in different manners except for the last three. Those three were struck in the face (always the left) and then had the handle of a golf club shoved down their throats. The victims in all 11 cases were male, between 13 and 17 years of age, and all named James.
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