My neighbor is a murderer

Sweat ran down my forehead, my shirt was soaked from the hot summer night. I come out when the moon is highest, and when the sun is as far away as possible. I wait till the crickets chirping and the far away sounds of nighttime commuters are all that is of the noises of the night. I wait until this side of the world is asleep, and those in Japan are just waking up. Then, when all the lights are out, in all the houses....when all the dogs stop yapping....when all the cars are in the driveways...when all the talking stops...only then, I will come out, when I think everything is safe.
I slip out of the house, making sure the side door doesn't squeak. I don't want to wake my fiance. I don't want to deal with her. I step out onto the warm pavement, and then make my way into my garage. I turn the light on on the side, and then I get to work.
Yesturday's victim:
Young brunette, I'd say in her early twenties. Close to my age. Beautiful, I'd say. Her lifeless eyes shine like emeralds. Like precious jewels...and her skin...so pale...so soft....I want it.
I lay her out on the fold out table, on the soft cloth, in the dark part of the garage. I caress her face with the side of my hand...dark against her paper-white skin. Ahhh, yes, her skin.
I go toward the wall, feeling my way around....yes, there it is....I use my nails to remove a piece of wood on the rotted wall, where I keep all my beloved tools. I take one in particular, my dear friend, a sharp, smooth, stainless steel knife....it will cut you with just a glance. A wicked smile creeps across my face as I make my way back to the table....

(exert from what I think would be written in my neighbor's journal)

What does he do there at night? Doesn't he see that my blinds are up, and that I can clearly see him from where I sit? It looks like he's that weirdo guy from Disturbia, the one who kills all these people, and then stuffs them in the vents through out the house. Only to be discovered by some teenager that's cooped up on the house all summer....me. EEK! I hope I'm not his next victim.