[ WP ] You are a serial killer . Each murder you commit adds a new voice to your head .

The babbling does n't stop, it never does. All of the voices in my head agree on one thing. This one will make them stop, then I never have to listen to the voices again. So I stand, above my mother who is sleeping. The knife in my hand feels cold and I hesitate for a moment. No, I need to do this, for the voices to stop, I think to myself, although I could n't hear it over the other two hundred voices. They make an orchestra of terrifying noises. I pick out parts. 
 She deserves it for making... 
 Just do it.... 
 One more kill... 
 I plunge the knife into her body and feel that it is just as cold as the knife. I flip it over and find a dummy. 
 
 `` She told me you would do that,'' A voice from the corner of the room said.
