[ WP ] a murderer enjoys setting elaborate traps for his victims , weaving mysteries and riddles into an extended process designed to make them paranoid . Only problem is , this time , his subject is too stupid or oblivious to realize that he 's in danger

I observed my target through a hidden camera.. The package would be opened, and then the game would begin. My new target was Miller Creek. I watched as he arrived home from his job, and eagerly awaited him opening the package, followed by the realization that someone was out to kill him. He stepped out of his car, and headed towards the front door. He paused for a moment when he spotted the package, then kicked it aside and resumed entering the house. 
 
 I muttered and growled. The first step in the plan was derailed, but his entry way was full of razor-wire. It should n't kill him, but it should start making him wary, and cause him to bleed. I switched the camera view inside the house, to watch as he began to bleed, I stared eagerly as he stepped in the door, and.. immediately ducked? 
 
 What is he doing? NO YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO WALK STRAIGHT THROUGH THE WIRE YOU FOOL! IGNORE THE QUARTER! 
 
 I started grumbling and trying not to shout and hit the screen in frustration as he managed to avoid the razor wire without even appearing to notice it. He headed into the kitchen, and reached for the milk. I watch him eagerly. I put a barely detectable poison in the jug, enough that he would notice the effects almost immediately, but he would take hours to die. 
 
 He held up the milk and... Checked the expiration date? NO! DO N'T POUR IT DOWN THE SINK! THE SELL BY DATE IS ONLY A SUGGESTION! IT DOES N'T MEAN IT'S SPOILT! YOU IDIOT!!! 
 
 I started foaming at the mouth in sheer rage, and had to resist the urge to hit the screen, though the urge to lash out was growing unbearable. 
 
 Miller decided to drink tap-water instead, totally ignoring the note in the cupboard, not that I expected anything else at this point. The idiot. 
 
 He went up the stairs, two at a time. What. TWO AT A TIME?! HE JUST SKIPPED OVER THE TRIGGER FOR THE TRAP ON THE STAIRS?! 
 
 I started screaming at the screen, and even smacked it a little. My hand started to hurt. 
 
 He headed into the master bedroom, and as I switched cameras, he reached in the door. I eagerly waited for him to trip the fishing line that I had attached to the door. The shotgun blast would have killed him instantly. A little less than satisfying at this point given that he did n't give me nearly enough fear by being completely oblivious to my attempts to kill him and accidentally thwarting any attempts at injury, but he'd still be dead, which would do a little to ease my frustration. He pushed the door open slightly, then he stopped. He stopped. HE FUCKING STOPPED! WHY ARE YOU STOPPING?! 
 
 I started screaming and shouting at the screen and did n't stop. He reached into the doorway for a moment, and, feeling around for the light switch, managed to dislodge the fishing line attached to the trigger. 
 
 I screamed in sheer frustration as he turned on the light, opened the door, and walked right past the shotgun pointing at his face without a care in the world. He headed into the master bathroom, and I lost visual on him. I was a murderer, not a pervert, so I did n't include cameras in the bathroom. He came out again, and went to bed. 
 
 I sat there screaming at the monitor until the police came. My neighbors had called about a noise complaint, and apparently screaming, DIE DAMN YOU DIE gave them probable cause to come into my home and investigate. I was still screaming when they cuffed me.
