When I was a little kid and my parents were mad at me I used to go out back and kill ants and various bugs to find happiness. When I got a little older I killed two of my pet hamsters that my parents had bought for me. When I was in my late teens me and a few friends would go out and find cats/dogs then we would take them out to the woods and kill them. Nowadays I will stalk a house until I find out the owners schedule. Once I know the owner will not be home I will go into their house and take one of there pets and kill it. I get enjoyment out of doing this. I want to stop. I recently went to church and I think I need God. I haven't killed an animal/pet in 2 weeks. Please help me.