Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in darkdenton's InsaneJournal:

Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
12:42 am	((A balled up piece of paper in the waist bin almost burnt but parts still readable in shakey hand writting parts of it scribbled at so much there are tears in the paper reads)) No...nononononononono!! __________________ _________ Why the hell now does this come up!?! No. Can't write this. Can't. _______ ((Next to the bin on the wall a few smears of blood and a crumbling dint on the wall)) (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 24th, 2008
4:47 pm	Days of destruction: Day 1 Duncan sat on the floor of his pathetic dwelling. It had damp in the corners. Only one side of the wall was wallpapered and that had browned and faded. He pulled up his knees and took the jot pad out and began to scribble on the paper. List. BRYNNER FALK CARL DRAKE? DUO Must find out how much BRYNNER knows. FALK can’t be far away if CARL was here. I’m a dead man if Falk finds out I killed him. Then again I’m a dead man if Brynner knows where I am. Unless I can get his money back I’ll have to take them all out…$25,000 as a deposit, yeah, that’s not easy to come by is it? I don’t have the bank roll to rob a bank to get that sort of money. FUCK! FUCK! Unfortunate that Brynner is impossible to get close to. Drake’s in hiding. Shame I could’ve used him…so long as you’ve the pay roll he’ll work fair, plus he was a hot piece of ass. Then Falk, fuck…He’s going to kill me. If he’s here…I thought this would be a great place to go in to hiding! It’s a bumfuck town of idiots. Fuck! Why did I kill Carl and leave his body. I should’ve tossed him in the Lake. FUCK! I need to find out if Falk’s here. He folded up his note and slipped it under his mattress. Then he pulled a piece of paper towards him and a cheque book. He practice the signature a few more times and then filled out the cheque. To Cash. “God bless cash.” He sighed and took out his lighter and pulled the tin bucket towards him. He tossed the page of signatures in to the can. He’d gotten Mr Johnson down. Plus Jonathon Tillsden, Mary Wineberg and Tim F Taylor. He wrote out cheques under all of their names and set them aside to cash in tomorrow. He pulled the newspaper towards him reading the headline. “Stay a John Doe…” He said as he stroked a finger over the headline, ‘Murder in the park has Police baffled.’ He didn’t usually feel anything after killing someone. But Carl was different. It made him a little sick to his stomach. He threw the paper away in disgust. Standing up he grabbed his leather jacket and rushed out of the apartment, locking up behind him. (Comment on this)