Some my call me freak, crazy, psycho or a killer. Do I care? No! It all started that one night when my father brought a few 'friends' over, little did I know his friends came there to get pleasured. By who? Well, me. I'll just get right to the point, I killed them all, my father his friends my step-mother, and her 10-year-old son. I didn't feel any kind of guilty after I killed them, I enjoyed the show they put. I mean it does hurt to get burned alive. Right? What hurts more is seeing your loved ones getting killed in front of you more than getting burned. So let me tell you how I did it.... cover by me;