I Was Roommates With A Serial Killer And I Had No Idea Until A Couple Of Days Ago

I should have fucking known. He took “trips” up to his camp almost every weekend, even over the past few months and if you ask anyone from CNY, they’ll tell you how cold it is. I suppose looking back on it now, one night should have pointed to who my roommate really was.

It was early September. I just graduated from high school last June, so I was excited to start college. I decided to live on campus, and on September 4th, that’s when I met Jim, my roommate. Jim was 22. He hasn’t attended college until now — he lived off the “fatta his land” (His weed crop up north) for a few years. Jim seemed like a cool guy, he and I both loved going to the gym — he was an absolute monster in the weight room, he looked like your average pseudo-power lifter, built like a brick shit-house.

But Jim was always a very quiet and sweet guy. I can’t be around weed (medicine interaction), so when he would smoke, he would risk his own ass and smoke out in the back of the dorm. Now throughout the whole first semester, Jim was still a great guy, but he did end up growing some new negative qualities. I’m not saying he became a “bad person,” but was instead “adapting” to his environment. After he and I went to our first college parties, he had strung together a group of four “girlfriends,” and NONE of them knew about each other. He was such a good liar. And I’m not talking about just very convincing, but if I hadn’t seen all the girls with my own eyes, I would have believed that the girl of the night was his “one and only.”

Then came Halloween. I came back to my dorm room around 11:30 after being at another friend’s costume party to find Jim crying in bed. It was weird. I don’t think he never showed this much emotion before. So I obviously asked him what was wrong, and he told me that one of the girls, Jessica, was just found with no hands or feet inside a corn field people used to go hang out at. I felt horrible! I decided I was gonna try to make him feel better, so I ran into our bathroom to wash my face quick. But when I got in there, I could have sworn I saw Jim grinning ear to ear as I left the room.

Due to some privacy reasons, I will only tell you about Jessica. The press release that was let out was horrific. She had been found with her hands and feet cut off with what looked like a serrated saw. They also found corn husks shoved down her throat. Some pretty sick shit.

Jim was never the same after Jessica’s death. He started to completely skip his classes, drank heavily, spent insane amounts of time at the gym, and went up to his camp in the Adirondacks almost every weekend. This was also around the same time that the disappearances started to happen. It started with a young professor’s aide. She had been walking her dog in her neighborhood not too far from campus when she went missing. They found her dog hanged by her leash on the aide’s door.

Then three women that were bar hopping in downtown Syracuse disappeared. They found one of the woman’s lip ring in the parking lot of the bar they were last seen.

Then came possibly the most disturbing one. A pregnant woman was attacked and kidnapped from her own apartment in Pulaski. The only thing left at the scene was a handwritten note: “I’m your baby’s daddy now.”

A silent manhunt was on in my area. The biggest connection I should have made was after I told Jim that a group of 25 people said they would “search every inch of upstate New York” to find the pregnant woman, Jim began to be very paranoid and jumpy. His nice demeanor began to fade, he was just so angry all the time.

Things came together about a week-and-a-half ago. It was Friday night and Jim hadn’t left yet, which was weird. Turns out that he was so blazed out of his mind, he had forgotten to leave. When he did go, I felt bad for letting him leave, but now I’m glad I did.

The next morning, a woman was found dead, face down, near a gas station. There was blood everywhere. The woman had her tongue ripped out of her throat. But there was a silver lining. The idiot who did this left bloody footprints that led to a gas station bathroom, and you’ll never guess who was in the bathroom.

Jim has been in custody for about 5 days. He admitted to nearly every single murder he committed, his first having been on his 20th birthday. Police raided his camp upstate and found a real life horror house. Women’s bodies were nailed to the wall as trophies. He even turned two of them into fucking sex dolls. The sick fuck even bought a crib for… Well..you know.

Now how do I know all this? The police have only told immediate family what has happened. But luckily I know a few officers. Plus, they felt obligated to show me something. You see, Jim kept a journal at his “camp,” mostly describing all of his murders. But one entry, from Halloween, 2014 stood out. This is what it read:

Jessica found my kit in my trunk. It’s a shame, I had a great spot for her. Made sure that nobody knew that she was going out with me. When police found her, I feigned tears for Dom. He’s a great guy, easy to manipulate. But I’m still counting the days until he finally gets a girlfriend.

I have never before been so happy to be single.

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