I started my first blog when I was thirteen; it was full of young angst and embarrassing poetry. At the time, I thought what I was doing was profound. Today, I truly feel sorry for the handful of people who read it. I had that blog for about a year before it fell into the pit of undeleted nonsense on the internet.

When I turned fourteen, I created a new blog. I wrote about fashion and celebrities and pop culture. Somehow, I just knew I was going to be the next big journalist in the world of celebrity scandals. That dream only lasted around six months, thank God. I grew tired of such a shallow industry quickly.

At sixteen, I begin to discover what I was actually interested in. I dropped the celebrity gossip and best dressed lists to create a space I felt the internet was missing. Each week I would write a synopsis on a god or goddess from Greek Mythology. It was sort of a quick, simple guide.  

I knew there were plenty of people who wanted to look into this world, but didn’t want to do the research themselves. I, on the other hand, loved the research aspect. I wanted to dig as deep into a subject as I could before my brain was screaming that it was too full. My shelves were lined with notebooks filled to the brim with information on this ancient religion.  

By the time I turned eighteen, that blog had blown up more than I could have ever imagined. What started as a small hobby to fill my curiosity and boredom had grown into something monumental. Each week I would upload a new post and watch the comments, likes, and shares pour in.

Just like anything else in this world, there were a fair share of people who would troll my social media and leave nasty comments regarding my writing, research, or even myself. You learn to take the good with the bad when you feel passionate about something.

If it hadn’t been for that blog, I don’t believe I would have ever gained such an enormous following when I launched my newest project. Though the subject I discussed on there was far different, albeit darker, than my main blog, people still heavily showed their support. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one interested in the minds of serial killers. Frankly, it’s a bit scary to think about how many people are.

Because while I look at them to study – a perfect creature for the question ‘why’; there are quite a few people out there who look up to these individuals. They desire to be just like them - it’s why we see so many copycats of famous killers.

If you’re beginning to wonder how my Greek Mythology blog jumpstarted a blog on serial killers, rest easy, I’m about to explain.

We all know that whatever major you select in college is going to come with two years’ worth of either electives or core classes. It’s something we curse and moan over, but in the end, we make it through them. I pushed off many of these classes until my junior year of college. (Side advice: don’t do that because it’s miserable when you only want to graduate, but you’re stuck taking another gym class with freshmen.)

Naturally my Journalism degree didn’t need a psychology class, but if I had to pick from electives, I wanted to at least find something that I was interested in. Plus, I honestly figured I could breeze through the class.

What I hadn’t expected was my professor to stand in front of the class on the first day, jump into a discussion on serial killers, and claim that they always had a ‘God complex.’ I partially understand theory, but the idea that each one fits into a bubble doesn’t sit well in my mind.

No matter how flawed I felt his logic was, he sparked an interest in me. I wanted to find out why people kill – is it instinct or mental illness or something else entirely? I spent weeks diving deep into psychology journals and case files. I’d often fall asleep at my desk and wake up with a sore neck and pounding head.

Before long, I was so full of information that I wanted to share it with the world. And that’s where the story begins.

I didn’t want to start adding this information to the same blog where I wrote about mythology, and thus “KLL'D ONLINE” was born.

I knew the best way to start something like this was to simply dive in, so that’s what I did. I built a website and wrote up three posts within a week. Once it was out there, I shared a surprise link to my main website and waited for the response.

I’m not going to lie to you, I was nervous. This was much darker than anything I had ever done and I wasn’t sure how my audience was going to react to it. On the first episode, the response was a bit mixed. Most people seemed to enjoy it, claiming it was something they too were interested in. But there were quite a few people who felt it was off-putting; just a little too creepy for them. I understand that side of the argument as well.

The positive aspects of the response were enough to keep me going. After trial and error, I figured out that presenting all the information on a case before leaving the audience with the challenge of discovering the motives for themselves kept people coming back. On the following post, I would reveal why the killer claimed they’d done it. It was the perfect hook.

I started uploading two posts every other week and set my mythology blog to be posted on the opposite weeks. It meant I had to cut back on that website, but in the end, it felt worth it because I enjoyed hearing opinions on both topics. I opened up people’s curiously and was constantly part of an ongoing discussion. I felt as if I was doing something that mattered.

A year later, the website was booming – it was much larger than my mythology blog could ever dream to be. I often felt overwhelmed by its success.

At least I did. But things changed, quickly.

It was the night before my college graduation and I found myself sitting in a police station; a place I never would have expected to be that night.  

The previous day a body was found under a bench on my college campus. They had no wallet, no phone, and no ID on them. And due to the severity of the murder, it took days for them to be identified. What the police did find the night of was a crumpled piece of paper lying beside them. In blue letters it said, ‘I did it for KLL'D ONLINE.’

So, do people murder because they have a ‘God complex’? I don’t know. I don’t want to know.

That’s why, a year and half later, “LUNA KLL'D” has been revamped into something lighter and fictional. It's for everyone's safety. Please, have a look around.

(Oh by the way, this is entirely fictitious. I just really wanted to blog about horror.)