It had been four year since I had been placed in the prison system. I was placed in there for a crime that I did not commit, but the mother fuckers cannot find enough proof to find me innocent. I was locked up in Joliet since January 12, 1987, on a grand theft auto charge. I have a wife and kid on the out side. I did not steal the car, my wife's parents just had it in for me from the start all because they hated my way of thinking. They were the small town types where they hated everything to do with the city, namely Chicago and Joliet.
      But that is not important, that is just a little backgroud on myself. My name is Gregory Pine, I was born in Chicago, Illinois, on January 11, 1966, my birthday is in a few days. I am writing this because there was something that happened in a five week period been today and the last five weeks. Today is January 20, 1995, and what I have came across in my three year period was that of what would write itself into a fucking nightmare. As far As I can recall when I visited a friend of mine on the outside telling me stories and local folklore that Joliet Correctional Center is home of a lifer named Damian Pym, one that had been senteced for life because he had murdered 34 people though they had only found twelve. The police found the corpses buried beneath the faggoty motherfuckers apartment, the corpses were partly decayed and half eaten in parts. They almost fell ill to the stench of the remains -- and they found a pair of bitemarks that appeared like that of a king cobra.
      But before the corpses were devoured they had venom injected in them like a black widow eating her prey. They described the crime scene as unspeakable, but they found one victim of his horror walking away. Though as they found this one, they called an ambulance. The police could not explain why the John Doe or Mary Jane survived, but they found out that as she went into the ambulance. They tried to put some blood bac in her, but she grabbed the arm of the EMT and bit a chunk of flesh off of the arm. The EMT looked on in horror to what had taken place. About an hour later they found the ambulance overturned and the lifeless bodies of the EMTs in the ambulance. They tried to put two and two together then they found out that they got a vampire on their hands. I was one of the police officers on patrol at the time, "Pine, do you know anything about this shit that was going on? I am telling you that what is going on is fairly disturbing. In a way this really sickens me to see these EMTs torn apart like a mother fucking rag doll -- made into someone's punk for all time."
       "Does Mayor Daley know about this?" I had asked. "No, fuck no and I am not about to let him because this is something that is not human or animal." In a way I had a deep horror to what had been happening, I knew, it was something that appeared like a vampire. That new guy that just locked into Population. No one messed with him because there was something to him. Something that is very dark and forboding.
    It was something that a friend of mine had told me about on the outside. He said that there was a man that had lived during the time that the time John Willes Booth had shot the 16th president and saw the killing in the playhouse then moved to New Orleans, and then crossed paths with someone from the Loincourt clan. Appearently after the meeting, he had become immortal with a curse of the thirst of human blood.
      The inmate had remained since January 12, 1984, I had been one of the police officers that arrested the man name Thames Flagg. I wonder that he could of been related to that Chaplin that my pen pal, Theo Wolfe had written about in his journal entry about a Chaplin inhabiting the halls of a psych ward in a Des Moines hospital -- the one that they found posing as a Baptist Chaplin.
      Thoughts that are racing though my head are the constant nightmares that stand alone of what was written in Theo's journal. The thing that ties this horror to what had happened in Des Moines is that every cellmate that Flagg had in with him was killed the next day as a fly in a spiderweb. I am writing of this in a rational nature, coming from a man that spent four years in the police academy, one was never told that vampires existed because in the years that I had been a police officer I had never came across anything this horrific except for an end result of a drive by shooting here and there. I knew that the reason that Flagg was locked up in here was that of a first degree murder.
      They tried to give that mother fucker a lethal injection, but that did not kill him. They even tried to cook the motherfuck in the electric chair, but the voltage wasn't strong enough to cook his genitals. The prison guards were too scared to do anything to him because of the fact they knew what he was, they had came across someone that is immortal. They knew if he got loose, he would go out into the eternal darkness and feed of the blood of others.
      I knew what would happen at lights out because I would hear the bloodcurdling screams that would be in the dark behind bars. There was something that took place similar three years ago, but there was a tie to both Damian Pym and Thames Flagg. They are one in the sam person, Pym did use the alias of Thames Flagg to get away from the Joliet Police Department.
      They caught on after the high body count and the way they were killed was by a single bite. It was a frightening thing because they had found huge rip in the flesh of his victim’s neck as if that is where they had bitten. The forensic unit had done an autopsy on each of the bodies to discover that the insides have been fully desolved, like an insect that had been poison by a spider for its next meal.
      It was something that I could not describe in full detail because of the horror that was hidden behind the prison bars. I kept thinking that he must of not been someone’s prison bitch because of all the inmates that the mother fucker had killed. The warden had no idea how to kill him, but they would not believe me because of they were devote Christians and said there was no such thing as vampires -- they thought that I was some kind of witch. But I just let them believe what they want to believe, but as I am writing this journal, I had scratched the Egyptian symbol of light into the wall because according to Theo’s journal, it was a symbol of protection.
      The next day they said that Pym was being moved into another cellblock. I told them about all those people that had been killed, and had passed the journal Theo Wolfe had wrote because that would hopefully sink that into their minds of what I was trying to tell them about Pym. They read the thing and handed them back to me, then they moved Pym into a solitary unit, but they did not bother to place a straight jacket on the mother fucker. The only thing that will keep him comoany in solitary will be the whispers from the people he murdered.
      The guard walked right passed an inmate tossing a salad, this is slang for a faggot eating out of someone’s ass. That is the only way that they get their nookie, especially if they did not see the opening of a cunt for years. My wife was a witch and my daughter was a spiritalist. I did not fully understand their occult knowledge, but my daughter was good friends with someone that was a member of the Theosophical Society in Wheaton, Illinois, and my pen pal was a member of a Unitarian Universalist church in New Hampton, Iowa.
      Theo had sent the prison guard a letter telling him about the fight that he was in with a Vampire that posed as a Baptist Chaplin. This had woke them up about what I was trying to tell him. He said in the letter was that the only way that they can can kill Pym in there is to drag the mother fucker into sunlight. They took the advise of Theo’s letter and they had an idea to get rid of Damian Pym because they noticed that the cellbock was always dark and there was a coffin where the bottum bunk will be.
      The guard had managed to look around inside of Pym’s cellbock and found human skeletons and parts of limbs hanging from the door of the cell. They were the remains of the inmates that were assigned to him. The inside wall was painted “Heltor Skeltor” as in the trademark of the Manson family. They were shaking in horror because the vampire had been reading books about serial killers and he used his powers to become a new kind of serial killer. The prison guards on duty made their move at nightfall. They had moved him into death row but they made sure they place a staight jacket and ankle cuffs on him before they escorted him to death row.
      “Pym, we are not going to offer you a last meal because we know what you are,” I heard them say as they walked him into Death Row. “You already had enough to eat already because we had seen what you have done, we had set up a special room for your execution. In the meantime we are putting you on the green mile. We are placing you in a dark room for now and you will remain here until the day that your sentence is carried out.”
      “Fuck you and what you call the corpse you call your mother too, bitch. You can’t kill me because I am immortal, You will rot as I will live on!!” shouted Pym, “You cannot kill me, I am a plague on the mortal race, mother fucker. My brother was killed in Iowa, but you won’t be able to kill me with your puny pistols and rifles. What is that smell?” “Garlic, take this fucking thing off of me you son of a bitches!!! If I get out of this thing, I will tear your souls apart.” They tossed him into the cellblock and left the staightjacket on him for their safety.
      “Bitch!!! I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!! YOU COCKSUCKING MOTHERFUCKER! I WILL TEAR YOUR FUCKING DICK OFF YOU FAKE BADGE WEARING FAGGOT! FUCKING BADGEWEARING BITCH!” the vampire bellowed with piss flowing through his veins.
      “I guess you won’t need a preacher,” the guard quipped, beating his nightstick against the bars in Death Row,“why don’t be a good little fuck and shut the fuck up. I cannot wait to watch your balls cook, you fucking bloodsucking asshole.”
      The next day, they escorted him to a death chamber that is especially made for him. It had a chair that works in a way like the electric chair, they did the execution the only way that able to destroy him -- death by sunlight. Light by the break of dawn -- they slowly walked him into the chamber. “Damian Pym, by the state of Illinois, you are sentenced to die by the rays of the sun. Do you have any words to say to the victim’s family before your sentence is carried out?”
      “Yes I do asshole and may these words burn in your soul as I die. Fuck you and may I see all of you in Hell!!” Pym answered.
      “Knowing what you are you will die according to one of many ways to kill a vampire, we chose the way of sunlight.”
      They had turned on the special lights and Pym had turned to dust moments later. Damian Pym is no more -- he turned to ash like a cigarette after it's been smoldering for a good while.