Guess the Real Life Monster

What real life serial murderer wrote this letter?

**Warning:  Violence towards children**
On Sunday June the 3, 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese—strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick — bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. She died a virgin.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Why is truth always worse than fiction? None of the horror novels I've read have chilled my bones quite as much as that extract.

Nicely put Robert, I agree.

Anonymous said...

OMG People are sick!! This is where the stories about werewolves and such came from, because no one wants to believe that people are really capable of something so heinous!

W.J. Howard said...

Darn, Robert, you made it too easy. He's one of favorite serial murderers along with Ed Gein.

I happened upon a blog post about him yesterday while doing a Google search on "bizarre vampires". He came up first or second on the list.

A friend of mine has a friend that looks just like Albert. The guy must think I'm nuts because every time I'm around him, I can't help but stare.

Robert C. Nelson said...

There's a lot of real world, real life inhumane things going on now, as well as horrific things from the past. In WWII, the Japanese never starved if they had a captive or two handy. My Dad told me of many times coming across abandoned camps where the Japanese would cut chunks of flesh off their captives and grill them: the captives were alive at the time. Vietnam? I don't wish to mention it right now. Parts will be in my THE DEVIL'S TONGUE series. Look at the tribes in Africa. So, Nicole, people are sick. I'm affected most by the children, as you all know.

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