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Federal Bureau of Investigation Digital Document Recovery

Authorized by: SAC, Margaret Wellington                                  

Document format: Hypertext embedded Word documents, downloaded from www.infesterblog11.com before site’s termination and deletion from the server on Monday, October 27, 2008, 0113 hours.

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Last time viewed: Monday, October 27, 2008, 0111 hours

The following web postings were found and recovered on November 12, 2008, at 1445 hours using Cybertrail Tracker v.14.

Note: The first three dated entries, last opened March 1, March 4, and March 11, were fatally corrupted.

Just walked out the door, never looked back.

I wanted to find her, teach her a lesson.

I met a woman. I can’t tell you her name.

I found out she’ll be alone tomorrow night.

Brigadoom said:

Man, I know what it’s like to have ‘em walk out on you. I’m glad you found someone else. (a little quick though you think?) Take care of her! 

Womynonfire said:

What was all that about “teaching her a lesson”?

I watch her walk down the street and I wonder what she’s thinking, what images are floating through that soft, fragile brain.

She walks into a coffee shop and I follow—I follow!—just a few steps behind and I could reach out and touch her—I’m that close!—but I don’t. I’m able to stay my hand. I’m in control.

She doesn’t know. Doesn’t suspect a thing. She has no reason to be suspicious of the man standing right behind her.

She glances over the drinks listed on the board behind the cashier and her hair catches the light. “What can I get ya?” the guy behind the counter asks. He looks about fourteen.

I’m studying the gentle play of light in her hair. Still, she has no idea that I’m watching her.

She orders a double espresso, and then steps aside. She glances at me and I notice that she has full lips, kissable lips. She offers me a quick smile and I accept it graciously. “Hi,” I say.

Then she edges away from me to stir some half & half into her drink and I tell the boy behind the counter, “Half-decaf latte. Large.”

I’ve been watching her all afternoon.

After we get our drinks I sit at the table next to hers. She’s clueless. From there I watch her.

Her name is Jamie. And she is next.

Adrian2 said:

So what? Are you supposed to be stalking her, or something?

miranda said:

Ok. This is kind of creepy. Just the way he talks about her it’s more like she’s a rabbit or something and he’s gun hunting. Just picturing some guy looking at me like that. Ew.

Is that really what guys are like?

eric_the_conqueror said:

stanrocker said:

Are you kidding? That’s totally what guys are like. Absolutely. It’s wabbit season!

my blessed delinquent said:

What I want to know is, what’s Jamie next for? What does he mean when he says she’s next? And what ever happened to that other girl?

To die is not such an odd thing, such a bad thing. It’s the most natural thing of all, the most universal. Animals die and plants die—species, ecosystems and planets all die. The universe is happily spinning toward its demise while humans sit in traffic text-messaging their friends. 

Death of individuals gives the world room to grow, room to flex, room to dream again on its way to the final punch line. Each of us has a part, a brief role to play in the eventual extinction of all things.

Death is the steadily slowing heartbeat of time, the course of nature. God created us just to kill us off.

Sometimes I wonder what it will be like to taste the final darkness. To swallow it whole.

miranda said:

Are you the same guy who was following that girl in the coffee shop? No offense, but you sound kind of more intellectual here. You still freak me out, tho.

litgirlalive said:

.02 “The steadily slowing heartbeat of time...” I love that line. Achingly beautiful, haunting. Sad and tragic, but true. Kinda depressing when y7ou think about it.

There’s more to life than dying and passing on death to the next generation. Savor it while you can. Carpe diem—Seize the Day!

bundy4ever said:

Warrior’s Path, I like it. What’s that mean?

Only the most courageous, the most victorious, are visionary enough to see what you see, to live what you live.

People email me, ask me who I am.

I am the nightmare that lurks in the corner of your sweat-soaked dreams. I am the chill that runs down your spine when you’re at home alone and hear footsteps in the hall. I’m the one your children whisper about at sleepovers and then need the nightlight turned on, and still can’t sleep. I’m the man next door, the guy changing your oil or doing your taxes or coaching your kid’s soccer team. I’m the one unafraid to live out my fantasies.

When you stop looking over your shoulder, even for just a moment, that’s when I awaken, when I come out to play.

Oooh. I’m so scared. Come and get me Mr. Nightmare.

lisadancer said:

I’m game. Email me. I’d luv to play with you, Nightmare Man. I wanna hook up.

miranda said:

YSYD. sometimes this guy really freaks me out. All this death and nightmare stuff.

Sometimes it’s good to get out, to meet new people. To walk around downtown and just make eye contact with strangers.

Strangers. To them, I’m a stranger.

I found a cute one today, she’s been hanging around the climbing gym. I like the way she twirls her hair in her fingers, the flash of dimples around her smile. I like watching the way she walks up the sidewalk with so much purpose, so much confidence.

I wonder…would she ever ask me into her world, or will I need to enter uninvited? An uninvited guest.

An uninvited stranger! I’d prefer an invitation but that’s not going to stop me.

Perhaps we could have a drink. Meet for coffee. Maybe grab dinner.

Womynonfire said:

They should lock men like you up. Women are not objects. I wish I knew where you live.

stanrocker said:

Dude, UR awesome. Save me some of that dessert!

Last night was the first in a long time.

bundy4ever said:

Adrian2 said:

Coughiebrake said:

What’s with the around the neck thing?

litgirlalive said:

The poetry of darkness lives deep in your soul. I want to dive in and swim to the bottom.

I was watching the news and they found a girl last night.

Too far away. Not right at all. Terrible!

Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never!!!

bundy4ever said:

I thought of mother today while I was walking along a path by the river. Beside me, the dark water rushed toward the descending night, devouring sunlight along the way. Delicious darkness. The woman was sitting on a bench by the shore holding her baby. I couldn’t see her face, just her hair.

I walked up behind. She didn’t notice! I was close enough to touch her, to run my fingers through her hair. I was trembling. Trembling. It felt so good. Closer, closer, to entwine her red curls in my hands. I could hear the cooing sound of her son.

She leaned over to push the blanket out of his face. She was within reach. Her hair. Her neck. Her son saw me behind her. Eyes meeting in the twilight.

stanrocker said:

Do you ever post videos, man? That would really be kewl.

Lemme know. You gotta webcam this stuff.

I’m a newbie. What’s with this guy? How come he never answers any questions?

He’s pathetic. Little fantasies, never does anything. I want to know what he does with them! I am so done with this.

my blessed delinquent said:

HE’s a genius. What are you talking about?

I visited the mall today and watched her re-shelving jeans again.

Yes. I need to find out more about this girl.

stanrocker said:

You make this stuff sound so real. I’m picturingit all. Keep it up.

Womynonfire said:

Both of you make me sick. If I knew what mall you were going to I wouldn’t even call the cops. I’d take care of you myself. YHou’re both a*******.

So today I was in Charlotte again and I went into the break room at her store. (No, I’m not telling you which one. Ha!)

I found out her name. I wish she lived closer. It might be harder to pull this off so far from home. But I think it’ll be worth it.

I wonder if they’ll contact me soon.

miranda said:

Does anyone know what is this guy doing with these girls? He sounds like old, over thirty or whatever. They can’t be that old, at least it doesn’t sound like it. Sicko.

bundy4ever said:

You don’t understand him. You shouldn’t judge what you can’t understand.

reverseredro said:

What are you, this guy’s biggest fan or something?

bundy4ever said:

reverseredro said:

One of them will see the difference, the artistry.

Everything is spinning, but life is lovely.

Hell is the slow and eternal realization that God is not there for you. It’s not a journey away from him, but toward him, ever closer, always closer—yet never close enough to find him; to reach his comfort.

pastorbillonline said:

Listen, God is there for you, man. He’ll never stop being there for you. Sometimes your writing reminds me of Cain. God said to him, “If you don’t do what is right, sin is crouching at your door. It wants to have you, but you must master it.”

reverseredro said:

Sounds like he made his choice, dudw.

stanrocker said:

Enough preaching, man. We’re not at church here.

litgirlalive said:

I just love it when you write like this.

stanrocker said:

yeah right. your brain is unfolding.

I love the shadows, splinters of the night.

I escape into the shadows. I drink

many others. Hungering for the deep

channels of darkness. Sometimes when

there’s a new moon I can almost hear

the space between the stars calling to me.

finding a new path through the darkness.

Daylight is my dungeon, midnight my meadow.

I die in the terror of dawn, swallowed

by a world too different from my heart

to believe. I was born a vampire, thirsty

stanrocker said:

Dude, stop with the trying to get all profound or whatever. Just get back to following the girls stories. That stuff is awesome, this poetry s*** is kinda lame.

litgirlalive said:

“Die in the terror of dawn…” “thirsty for the blood of the gods,” … Oh. you’re as good as Richard brautigan. maybe better. More! More!

lisadancer said:

I’m a vampire too. Let’s meet. I wanna explore the night with you.

my blessed delinquent said:

If he’s a vampire, guess what—he sucks!

stanrocker said:

deadhunter1zero said:

Someone told me about this site. If I was profiling this guy I’d be all over him. He’s got all the classic disorganized personality signs. He’ll drive a late-model Ford and definitely be under thirty. Probably has a history of abuse from a father-figure. Check out our site for people who are into profiling. Email me and I’ll sendyou the link.

I went to the lawyer’s office again today just to see her. Just to smell her perfume drifting across the table toward me. Ahh…If only we were together…

She was handing me a pile of forms to fill out, a stack of bureaucracy to go through, but all I could think of was being with her.

Of sitting together in the sun drinking sweet lemonade.

lisadancer said:

Ok, so look. I’ve totally been dropping himts but if you’re not interested in me who cares? Go be with this lemonade girl. You’re the one missing out. Not me. Whatever.

Just for practice I worked on a cat today.

I was surprised how much I’ve learned over the years.

reverseredro said:

Check it out, man, I think you need some professional help. You’re like all over the map. Find your base. Are you the warrior’s path poet guy or, like, some kind of stalker dude, or mr. cat torturer? I don’t get it. Settle in.

deadhunter1zero said:

That’s typical behavior for a disorganized killer. This guy has done his homework. Just like whoever wrote: The Diary of Jack the Ripper. If he’s not for real, he’s somehow got into the mindset of a true killer. I write more about this on my website. EM me for more info and a FREE subscription to my weekly newsletter.

I helped him along, really. That’s the thing. He was moving and he needed someone to help him pack.

Didn’t leave a forwarding address.

I wonder how they’ll deliver his mail.

my blessed delinquent said:

miranda said:

I haven’t been here in a while but I just gotta ssay, this guy is messed up.

reverseredro said:

And the weather in Greece is calm this time of year…

Too many spy movies, dude. You need to get out more.

Last night at Alice’s house was magnificent.

Things are moving right along here.

Brigadoom said:

Life totally moves on. I’m happy for you, man. Glad you had a good time. I’ve been rereading your blog and I just gotta say, it sounds like you’ve had some serious woman problems. I’m glad things are turning around. Time for a fresh start man. Don’t ever stop.

Don’t ever stop.