[ WP ] Somehow , you 're the only normal person among a group of psychopaths . If they suspect you 're not a psychopath , you fear they might kill you .

I did not sign up for this. The address was n't right. The unpaved road was n't right, nor was the overgrown wheat field and stock-less farmland. The abandoned 1950s cottage with dismantled weatherboards should have been the last straw of how much bullshit I can take before I turn around and go home. But no, `` gut instinct'', or whatever it is that we use to justify doing shitty decisions landed me here. Time dragged on. 
 
 `` I know in retrospect it was n't right, but I wanted to see what would happen. I was curious. We all were.'' a woman wearing a thin veil proclaimed. She had teeth that would make a methamphetamine user discomforted and a face to match. I recall during the introduction she told her age to be no older than thirty two. 
 
 ``... but then I felt guilty, and no matter how much salt I added he did n't was n't any better. Too bad he was already passed.'' She sat back in her seat, casually. The group clapped, perhaps for her honesty. I joined in to not arouse suspicion, all while thinking about her wording. 
 
 Passed? You piece of shit, passed? A person that dies in a plane crash is passed. A person that dies from starvation is passed. A person killed by a psychopathic, drug taking cannibal is nothing short from brutally murdered. 
 
 I had enough. I could not bear to stay here anymore. I contemplated sprinting beforehand with the thought I could still bear hearing this meeting. Evidently not. 
 
 `` Excuse me folks, I need to use the bathroom'' I stated. 
 
 `` But wait Mr Sterner, we have yet to hear your story'' the group's organizer asked in a calm, monotonic voice. 
 
 `` I'll be, umm, happy to share afterwards'' I quickly replied while decelerating my speed to the bathroom. 
 
 `` No please, we insist, please turn around Mr Sterner, do n't be rude. `` he continued. The voice of a monster disguised as a gentlemen. 
 
 I continued pacing. 
 
 `` Stop him!'' He exclaimed, completely breaking the gentlemen voice and sounding more as if he were hulk. 
 
 I now sprinted towards my car, furiously kicking open doors that had seen better days, and entirely knocking down half of them. Seems like squatting had paid off. Rushing to my car and proceeding to unlock the door, I noticed the hoard rushing towards me. This caused me to panic and drop the keys in the dirt. Think I lost them? Nope. They were right there because shit like losing your keys right where you were holding them does n't happen in real life. I picked them up and hopped in, the screams and chants of the group growing louder as they approached closer. I thrusted the keys into the ignition and turned them. 
 
 Now, where I am currently is the part of the movie when the hero is desperately trying to escape the scene with his car. He turns the key and... nothing happens. At all. Engine oil gone, petrol gone, wheels gone, engine failiure, yada yada yada. Well unfortunately, none of those happened. Only one of those needed to happen, and everything could have been prevented. 
 
 I turned then engine on and looked at my windshield, when I saw what I most feared. The entire group, except for the crooked thirty two year old woman, all stood there, pushing against my car. They were no match for the V8 engine. They all were pancaked by the car instantly. After the car got off the human mound my adrenaline was at the highest it had been in my life. Then I looked back and saw an uneven puddle of human flesh and bone. It was then that I realized the mistake that I made. I had taken the lives of almost a dozen human beings with no evidence of them having been guilty. Only the woman who had said anything about cannibalism, who was nowhere in sight. 
 
 I had become the psychopath.
