I was affilcted and at the same time enthusiastic, it was a strange feelimg, but i remembered that i had already followed her for too long, we were already close to her car, i was hidden in some bushes before i left quietly when she was busy starting the car. When i approached i noticed a strange change on her expression, she looked scared, but it was clear why. I approached the car as if i was going to ask for some information, she was lowering the car glasses when i drew a shard of glass from my pocket, she noticed that strange movement and quickly opened the door that hit my chest and stunning me, she tried to run... tried, i managed to reach her arm and imobilize it, having my victim in my hands all i did was...
"I'm sorry, i think i started the story from the wrong half right? Thats not something educated to do, i will start from the begginig"
My name is James Harpe, i was born and raised in Orlando - Florida in 1942. I'm a mongrel, son of a spanish and an american woman, i lived in a middle class family, and as in every good middle class family, i never lacked anything.
What i want to tell here is something mroe complex than a simple history of an unghappy family, with an unhappy kid, with an unhappy cat, in an unhappy city. I want to tell about my condition, some kind of psychopathy, that yielded the death of about 20 perople. My strange case of psychopathy.
Since early ages, i had an fascination for mirrors, i loved the way that all your expressions are reflected on it, you can not escape unless you get out of his sight. And like a mirror i liked to imitat everything, simple things, such as; mommy's walk, the way daddy used to tie his shoes... With time i started to "talk" with the mirror, i would sit infront of him and start speaking things, like an imaginary friend you know? It was just fine to have an immaginary friend, an simple imitation joke...
With time, i was having more serious and deeper delusions, i started to leave traces of a possible mental illness. My mother would hear me speak about prohibited issues, kill and death wishes, but that wasn't sufficient, i needed to inflict my pain on other people. Can you understand? The world is rotten, and i like no one... Although i used to imitate people to try to forget 'Myself', when i grew tired of someone i would simply eliminate that person. I spent years of my life like that.
My first assassination was at my seventeens, there was a girl on my school that caught my attention, i started to follow her and create laces of friendship. With time, i adopted aspects similar to hers. After some months i discovered how dirty and bad she was... the kind of... to me, she sucked. She was too outgoing, drank too much... So i decided to kill her, without leaving traces, according to the investigator, the girl arrived at home drunk and crashed on the mirror on her room, cutting her wrists and neck, bleeding to death.
After the divorce of my parents, i spent some time living with my father, and i learned something very peculiar about him. When i mimicked him i discovered he was an arrogant and temperamental man... That annoys me, it didn't take long before he suffered from the same fate as the others. I, strangely felt like someone who came to purify the world, someone who had the balls to eliminate the stupid people from earth, i had the courage to do it... "God i'm completely crazy"
With time, more and more people dissapeared, it was something hard to track, because there were no ages, no ethnicy or places in common that my assassinations had that could draw attention, it was random, it seemed like an horror story. All i did was get closer to the people, adapt to her like a mirror, then i would take her to a safe place and stabbed her with glass shards. Thats all.
When i realized that everything was becoming too obvious, that i could be caught at any moment, i decided to get away,to move back to Orlando, where i could not be "Discovered" so easily.
Establish myself was simple, i built a small trading shop on the city's market place, that attracted a good customer number. I lived one or two blocks away from the shop, i could mantain myself pretty well... For a time, because nothing that is good lasts forever.
I had a maid, a woman that would clean my house sometimes when i didn't had time to do it, in a certain day, I was sitting in my house hearing voices that got only louder and louder and present, peculiarly i had an mirror in my room, i got out of the bed and got an little chair that was close and threw it on the mirror, making a noise that could be heard from the neighbors. But, obviously, when your delusional, noise is the last thing that comes in your mind.
Concerned, my maid came quickly to my room asking if i was alright, some glass shards that flew out of the mirror cut me on my face and arm, but i didn't care, i simply thought that the maid should not have opened the door at that moment so... Intimate. I grabbed some shards, got her arm and stabbed her on the neck, an accurate cut and she was ready to meet death
Like i said, the noise could be heard even by my neighbors, as it was almost night something must have gone in their heads, telling them that calling the cops would be an excelent idea. I didn't took me more than a few minutes, i left my house and departed to another place. I deeply knew i was condemned, my blood, my digitals...saliva, everything was on that place, only an idiot wouldn't notice.
I had been driving for hours on a lonely road, i arrived near a town where i stopped to ask for informations, i didn't stay for long and departed once more... Until i reached Palm Coast, where i meet a beautiful girl, my instincts sounded on my head once more.. I did not know whether to feel good or bad for that, i just know i got closer to her.. a little more and.. After some days i found myself following her to her house.
"And here we go back to the "beggining" of the history"
I was affilcted and at the same time enthusiastic, it was a strange feelimg, but i remembered that i had already followed her for too long, we were already close to her car, i was hidden in some bushes before i left quietly when she was busy starting the car. When i approached i noticed a strange change on her expression, she looked scared, but it was clear why. I approached the car as if i was going to ask for some information, she was lowering the car glasses when i drew a shard of glass from my pocket, she noticed that strange movement and quickly opened the door that hit my chest and stunning me, she tried to run... tried, i managed to reach her arm and imobilize it, having my victim in my hands all i did was...A shot.
An policeman appeared right in time, and watching the action he shot me on the shoulder, the girl was able to escape, about me.. I was recognized and accused of homicide. The funny part is that in my criminal record contained only one murder, when in fact there were more than twenty, but of course, i kept silent.
I am diagnosed with seizures of Psychopathy and Schizophrenia, and I think the judge's head and all those guys drool egg, the best option was to commit me to a mental asylum who was then still called Edwards Hospital in Tallahassee in Florida, today is more popularly known as the Sunland Hospital.
It was all so strange, there was a guy who stood there banging his head against the wall, another who spoke with the spirits of the cosmos, I really felt like a normal guy in there ... If you know what I mean.
Over the months I became more and more accustomed to the place, had a safety that was eerily similar to me, the same c hair color, eyes ... Even the facial features resembled a bit, then decided it would be my next victim , and it was not so hard.
He always passed by my room there for one twenty, or thirty AM , he did not turn the hall light because it could scate the other guests...And believe me when I say you do NOT want to scare them.
There was a small mirror on my bedroom wall, when he went near my room the first thing I did was break it, making enough noise to wake the others, which scared the officer a little, i screamed for help and when he opened the door to ascertain the situation, I killed him, quickly, what a fool ... I think he was a beginner, so young.
I looked into his pockets and found a bunch of keys, one should take me to the exit of that damn asylum, i walked down the dark hallway, without fear of other officers notice me, because for me I was already ... "Free."
"I love telling stories that has an open ending, I will not reveal what happened to me after I left those hideous hallways ... My name is John Harpe, and this is my story ..."
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