Hello again.

   It is now the 12th of August. I finished the capture aspect of my ritual, now the game. Their names are Kristen and Ralph. A couple I stole out of the night. I was only looking for her, but when he witnessed me take his girlfriend, he grabbed a Louisville Slugger and came on swinging. I eyed him up carefully, making sure he was worthy for the test. He swung heavily but I got a stronger grip of the bat, knocked him unconscious with the handle, and threw him in the back of my Cadillac 67' Hearse.

   I smiled as I walked around to the driver side of the car. I opened the door, took off my black stocking mask, tucked it in my trench-coat, grabbed a pack camel menthol's and chain-smoked the long ride home.

   After the 45 minute ride back, rain had gave a steady hit, but I never mind it. Sometimes I like to admire the night in the rain. On my flesh and through my long black hair, it feels like I'm being washed of my sins. Yea, maybe in the land of make believe. I know that religion is a game and man is its own gods and goddesses. Its all about carnal needs right? Anyway, back to the ritual...

   I brought the subjects into the shed and laid them both into coffin shaped wheelbarrows I designed to carry people.  I gave both Kristen and Ralph a heavy dose of horse tranquilizers. I brought her down to the Quarantine lair, and locked her in the bedroom with this laptop and instructions about the diary and to start as soon as possible. After Kristen, I had to tend to macho man. This should be fun.

      since I built this barn, I know every trap door and hidden section. In the dark, I wheeled Ralph into what I call, the Bat Room. I opened the sound-proof glass doors and gently laid him down. I then turned on the black light set up around the dimly lit room, and dumped a sharps container full of razor blades, scalpels, open needles, tattoo needles, broken glass, and light bulbs all over his face and chest. I locked the door, turned off my lights, and waited in the shadow of the hall. Waited til he woke up. And fearful he was.

    He stood up, face dripping blood and glittered with glass. His balance was way off, but he tried to escape. Punching my glass door, I laughed as he made no effort. I slowly stood up, keeping an eye on him. I walked up to the glass, and pressed a button on the wall. It was a high pitched frequency that is high enough to irritate the large colony of vampire bats I had in that room.

     You see, these bats are a strange breed from Africa that is larger, aggressive to humans, and according to one tribe, have been known to feed from women and children. I was able to capture a good amount of these and bred them in this captivity where I supply them with a good meal every now and then. Of course the noise isn't an immediate response call to them, it will take a few hours, so he'll have to sweat a little. 

      I know this new couple will work long enough to feed me what I need for a while. I do miss my old team of kryptozoologists back over in Africa, but I'm sure they will think I was killed or captured by a neighboring tribe. They are not ready to understand what happened. I know I'm not, but I have no other choice to do this. Not at least until one of the victims finds a way to kill me, if possible. I do not worry about the law catching up with me. This is why I traveled so far to get my subjects. But no, tonight wasn't bad.

   Well, looks like 16 hours flew by. I must grab a healthy drink and go introduce myself to Kristen.

                                                                 Yours Truly,

                                                                   the Impaler