It never occurred to the priest that this would be the last day of his life. For five weeks I have been waiting and watching the priest.The desire in my heart urges me to find the next target, and this target is the priest.I've been sure for weeks that he's the one I'm looking for, and that he and I are at the beck and call of the Nightcrawler.I waited and peeped in the dark, the desire in my heart was like the tide flooding the beach, rising higher and higher, with no intention of retreating at all. I spent a great deal of time in preparation with great care, just to be sure.This is the style of work of my adoptive father Harry - God bless his soul - who was once a good cop with a vision.He said that it must be infallible, careful, and accurate every time.For a week I have been following Harry's teachings and getting everything ready.When I got off work today I knew it was time to get my hands dirty.

Tonight, all this will happen to the priest. Father Donovan gave music lessons to children at St. Anthony's Orphanage in Homestead, Florida.He loved these children very much and dedicated his life to them.For these children, he specially learned Creole, Spanish, and the music of these two nations. Tonight, I watched him as I had done countless nights before.I saw him stop in front of the orphanage, talking to a little black girl.The priest sat on the steps, and the little girl sat too, but every now and then she got up and jumped up and down.Tired of dancing, the little girl leaned her head on the priest, who stroked her hair.I watched it all until a nun came out and took the little girl.

The priest walked towards his car. Finally the wait came.I curled up ready to attack— not the right time yet. A man poked his head out of the minivan to greet the priest, and the priest leaned against the van and chatted with the man. luck.But this luck only prolongs the priest's life a little. Hiding in the shadows of the night, I took a deep breath.I was sure the driver hadn't seen me, and I had to make sure things were done smoothly and without any mistakes. Even the icy night air could not cool my boiling desire. Like a hunter, I watched eagerly for my prey.Just then, Father Donovan walked towards his car.

He stopped suddenly, turned around and shouted something.Damn it!Another luck.This time his luck ran out quickly. The janitor standing at the door only said a few words, then waved at him, stubbed out his cigarette, went into the porter's room, and disappeared. Father Donovan took the keys from his pocket, opened the door, and got in.I heard the sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole and the sound of the engine starting.then-- The time has come. I sat up on the back seat of the priest's car, put the noose around his neck at once, and then quickly, swiftly, and beautifully wrapped it around his neck. The twelve kilogram fishing line tightly strangled the priest's neck.He struggled in panic, then slowly calmed down.

He didn't move, almost as if he had been trained, as if he heard another voice-the voyeur in me was laughing now. "Do as I say," I said, "or I'll send you to hell right away." He took a deep breath, he was still sitting and had no intention of running away. great. I kept giving instructions, and the priest held the steering wheel and obeyed my orders without being cautious or hesitant.The car headed south through Florida City and onto Cadsand Road.The tires, the evening wind, and the bright moon overhead sang, and the sound of loud music penetrated my pulse.The wary voyeur inside me laughed silently.

The priest remained silent, holding the steering wheel tightly with his pale hands, even the knuckles on his fingers were raised, but he still didn't dare to say a word.The car entered a narrow, dirty, and ill-defined road, turned three turns, passed through a large Krassa meadow, passed a forest, and then followed a small canal into a swamp, ending in a clearing. Someone built a house on this vacant lot fifty years ago, and it has been unoccupied for many years.The main part of the building is still there.The house seemed a little bigger, with three rooms, and only half of the roof remained.

There is an old-fashioned garden in the adjoining yard, which was excavated not long ago and there are some traces. Here is the end of the priest's life.