Campfire Story

Bouquet of Death - Crime
--This story was closed on Dec 31, 2015
--This story is closed
Oct 18, 2015 09:04 PM Introduction
Rubina started with:
Prison Diary. Day 243.

I couldn't decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. My family owns a greenhouse and don't get me wrong, I was good at it and I do love it, especially floral arrangements but something wasn't there. I was missing an important part of me and I didn't know what. It wasn't until much later I figured it out.

I was somewhat boring. I didn't get out much and when I did it was usually just me. I enjoyed hiking, reading, writing, and art. I did however come to the conclusion I would never be good at any of those things so I do them for pleasure alone.

I was hiking in the local state park when I came across a dead deer. It was fresh, must have just gotten hit and ran off the road. It piqued my interest. I have always like medical shows and I was good at science. I had never seen anything so newly damaged before. 

I walked over to where the deer lied. I bent over and for a second the blood and organs overwhelmed me but then I had a sense of euphoria. I didn't know what this meant at the time but, oh, how I have figured it out now.

My name is Penelope Greenleaf and I am a serial killer.
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