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Your Honor,

It is over now. This has never been a case of trying to get free. I didn’t ever want freedom. Frankly, I wanted death for myself. This was a case to tell the world that I did what I did, but not for reasons of hate. I hated no one. I knew I was sick or evil or both. Now I believe I was sick. The doctors have told me about my sickness, and now I have some peace.

I know how much harm I have caused. I tried to do the best I could after the arrest to make amends, but no matter what I did I could not undo the terrible harm I have caused. My attempt to help identify the remains was the best I could do, and that was hardly anything. I feel so bad for what I did to those poor families, and I understand their rightful hate. I now know I will be in prison for the rest of my life. I know that I will have to turn to God to help me get through each day. I should have stayed with God. I tried and failed and created a holocaust. Thank God there will be no more harm that I can do. I believe that only the Lord Jesus Christ can save me from my sins.

I have instructed Mr. Boyle to end this matter. I do not want to contest the civil cases. I have told Mr. Boyle to try and finalize them if he can. If there is ever money I want it to go to the families. I have talked to Mr. Boyle about other things that might help ease my conscience in some way of coming up with ideas on how to make some amends to these families, and I will work with him on that. I want to return to Ohio and quickly end that matter so that I can put all of this behind me and then come right back here to do my sentence.

I decided to go through this trial for a number of reasons. One of the reasons was to let the world know these were not hate crimes. I wanted the world and Milwaukee, which I deeply hurt, to know the truth of what I did. I didn’t want unanswered questions. All the questions have now been answered. I wanted to find out just what it was that caused me to be so bad and evil. But most of all, Mr. Boyle and I decided that maybe there was a way for us to tell the world that if there are people out there with these disorders, maybe they can get help before they end up being hurt or hurting someone. I think the trial did that.

The judge in my earlier case tried to help me, and I refused his help, and he got hurt by what I did. I hurt those policemen in the Konerak matter, and I shall ever regret causing them to lose their jobs, and I only hope and pray they can get their jobs back because I know they did their best, and I just plain fooled them. For that I am sorry. I know I hurt my probation officer, who was really trying to help me. I am so sorry for that and sorry for everyone else I have hurt. I have hurt my mother, and father, and stepmother. I love them all so very much. I hope that they will find the same peace I am looking for.

Mr. Boyle’s associates, Wendy and Ellen, have been wonderful to me, helping me through this worst of all times. I want to publicly thank Mr. Boyle. He didn’t need to take this case. But when I asked him to help me find the answers and help others if I could, he stayed with me and went overboard in trying to help me. Mr. Boyle and I agreed that it was never a matter of trying to get off. It was only a matter of which place I would be housed the rest of my life, not for comfort, but for trying to study me in hopes of helping me and learning to help others who might have problems. I know I will be in prison. I pledge to talk to doctors who might be able to find the answers.

In closing, I just want to say that I hope God has forgiven me. I think He has. I know society will never be able to forgive me. I know the families of the victims will never be able to forgive me for what I have done. But if there is a God in heaven, I promise I will pray each day to ask them for forgiveness when the hurt goes away, if ever. I have seen their tears, and if I could give up my life right now to bring back their loved ones, I would do it. I am so very sorry.

Your honor, I know you are about to sentence me. I ask for no consideration. I want you to know that I have been treated perfectly by the deputies who work for the jail. The deputies have treated me professionally and I want everyone to know that. They have not given me special treatment.

Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: “Christ Jesus came into this world to save sinners-of whom I am the worst. But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life. Now to the King Eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory forever and ever.” -1 Timothy 1:15-17

I know my time in prison will be terrible, but I deserve whatever I get because of what I have done. Thank you your honor, and I am prepared for your sentence, which I know will be the maximum. I ask for no consideration.  

A few months ago, I was diving home from my friends house early in the morning (3 or 4 am). I didn’t exactly know how to get home from her place, but I figured if I kept going straight on the same road, I’d hit the entrance eventually.

I had been on the road for twenty minutes when I saw a hooded man walking on the sidewalk. The neighborhood was really nice so I figured it’d be safe for me to ask the person how to get to the main way. I stopped my motorcycle and asked him how to get out.

As the hooded figure walked into the light of the street light, I noticed he wasn’t hooded at all. The creature was probably 6’ 7’’ tall, and had translucent skin. He snapped his head over in my direction, and moved toward my motor cycle at an inhuman speed. Before I knew it, he was nose to nose with me, his skin showing every vein in his face, completely translucent and almost grey-coloured. His smile stretching ear to ear, like someone had sliced his face open, more gum than teeth, his eyes whiter than bowls of milk.

Through his smile the words ‘no maaam I don’t have any cigarretteeesssssssss’ seeped out, The smell from his mouth putrid. He stared at me with an evil smile, waiting. I turned on my cycle and sped away, I glanced to my rear view mirror, he stood in the middle of the road and watched me over his shoulder the whole way out. I found the road less than 30 seconds later.

This was years ago, when I was a much younger lass in my twenties. I lived right by a forest that had a bunch of hiking trails through it, and I loved to take my dog for a walk there at night to look at the stars, listen to the river, get wicked baked, etc. You could expect other people there, it was a park after all, but usually it was pretty empty.

So for reference, I was about 100lbs soaking wet and my dog was a 10lb Mini Pin, so not exactly a threat to anyone. I also didn’t have my cell on me because I was dumb. It was about 11pm on a warm Tuesday night and we were just lazing in one of the little alcoves by the riverbank I like to rest at and enjoy the fireflies and whatnot. Then all of a sudden I hear this horrible scream. My dog starts barking like crazy and I freak out, but then I think ‘that was probably a rabbit’ because they scream like creepily human-like. My dog calms down and I go back to stargazing and then the scream happens again but louder. And then twice more.

My dog is growling and trying to hide behind me and then I hear this noise like a TRex is running through the forest - big loud stomps and branches breaking and shit. So now I think a girl is being chased and I feel awful because I don’t have my cell on me. It gets closer and my dog and I just hunker down hoping we can’t be seen from the path and I can see one of the trees above us shake. It felt like that scene from LOTR with the hobbits under the tree roots. The noise and stomping go right past me but I don’t see anything on the path. I stay there for a while, don’t hear anything else and eventually go home. There’s a lot of broken branches on the path and it smelled like wood smoke, but no other clues.

If my dog hadn’t been there being so visibly freaked out, I would assume it was a dream. She would never go down that specific path again either.

My family moved around a lot when I was young, so my siblings and I lived in quite a few houses. One particular house was just strange, that’s the only way to describe it. From strange, siren-like noises that our parents never seemed to hear, to all the other unexplained things; I’m not really superstitious, but there was something going on in this house.

I shared a room with my younger sister who was known to sleepwalk from time to time, so I didn’t think much of it when I felt someone sit at the end of my bed: pulling the sheets tight over my feet and making the mattress dip down. Slightly annoyed, I called out to her to get her to move. She sat up from her own bed and the thing at the end of my bed pretty much jumped up.

A few years later, I was out running errands when I got a call from my brother, asking me to come home because something strange had just happened. The house had a bathroom that was set up so you could see the door in the mirror above the sink. My brother was washing his hands when he noticed the door start to creak open slightly. Deciding to have some fun with it, he quickly spun around and said ‘hi!’ Obviosuly not expecting anything to happen. Instead, the door flew open as if it had been pushed, bounced off the edge of the tub, and slammed closed.

At some point I found an odd flat stone while mowing the lawn. It turned out to be a knocked-over gravestone with the name ‘Angie’ on it, she apparently died in the house when she was two. So now we at least have a name for the ghost.

The house I grew up in was haunted to high Hell. There were a couple of deaths on the property that we knew of before the house was redone (it was a Habitat for Humanity rebuild). There was always creepy stuff going on and bad feelings emanating from certain rooms, but the most terrifying thing that happened to me was when I was home alone.

The living room, where I was watching TV late one evening, was separated from the kitchen by a wall with one of those breakfast bar-type ‘windows’ that let you see into either area from the other side. Out of nowhere, I hear the silverware drawer sliding open and not-quite-shut repeatedly, making the silverware clatter. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder, and simply said, ‘Stop it!’.

And it did.

Up until I heard a gunshot-like crack rip through the kitchen. That’s when I looked over my shoulder and saw a black shadow person’s silhouette, staring at me with bright white eyes. I bolted up the stairs to my bedroom and locked the door, then immediately began praying and wishing I’d had incense or sage or something to keep…whatever that thing had been…out of my room and away from me (I was a big believer in the supernatural as a teen).

A few hours later, I was called down by my mom, and she asked why there was a plank of wood on the floor. I looked, and sure enough, there was a sheet of wood on the kitchen floor.

The same bit of wood that had been in the middle of the counter, leftover from her and her ex building a bird cage. That I didn’t touch.

Many bricks were shat.

I sleep in a one bedroom apartment and every night I close my door because I don’t have windows in my room and love the pitch dark. So I drift off and snooze for how ever long and then start to stir. I casually wake up as my eyes adjust to the darkness. I check my phone and lay it back down to sleep more.

As I’m laying there, I open my eyes and see a face, it’s in the doorway of my, now cracked open, bedroom door. It’s at the height of a child. It took me a minute to really gather what i was looking at, I could only make out the roundness of the face little black beady eyes, lips very shadowdy but still visible. It just kept sort of swaying ever so slightly like it was trying to spy on me. And I just looked at it and, being really exhausted, I just fell asleep. I remember thinking, ‘fuck it, I don’t care what that is, I’m fucking tired,’ and that was it.

I then woke up, it was morning. I gradually woke up stretched big, looked at my phone, then remembered the creepy thing from just a few hours ago, I thought ‘interesting, must have been sleep paralysis, that’s never happened before, I feel I handled that well.’ I then sat up and looked straight at my door, which was now slightly opened 7 inches. I never got up during the night, I remember that.

I’ve told people this story and they just say either ‘yea right’ or ‘that’s creepy’ it was a weird situation. I can easily attribute the face to maybe still being sort of asleep but the door slightly being ajar, that’s something I can’t put my finger on.

It was a year ago, my druggie friend and I [neither were high at the time of this story, according to OP], since seventh grade, always travel up to the Appalachians in north Georgia every year. We always go to the same camping site, and it’s always been peaceful and serene. Well..

We were getting there much later than usual. It was the first year our parents were letting us go alone, and we planned poorly for the trip time, leaving at around 5 PM instead of the usual crack-of-dawn deal. Well, we finally got there around 10, and it was dark. Once we got off the interstate, there were very few street lights, and once we got onto the country road towards the campsite, even fewer.

We made the turn into the long winding road up to the campsite, and in the day it would be very beautiful, but at night it was just eerie. No moonlight, only the headlights of our car guiding us. I was staring out of the abyss of darkness in the passenger seat, and I saw it. A white mask, with gaping holes for the eyes and the mouth. It had a black, tattered cloak around it. In retrospect, it was almost like a really fucking creepy version of the ‘holes cut out of the pillow casing ghost’ costume. It flew over, and I felt a terrible chill. It came at us from the darkness, on the left side of the car. It flew diagonally, crossing a few feet over the windshield and the roof. I had the worst chill/goosebump shudder I ever had in my life.

We sat in silence, and when we got to the campsite, our favorite spot, we both decided on sleeping in the car instead of setting up the tent. The whole week there we didn’t have anything else like that happen to us, and we didn’t dare speak about it. Hell, we didn’t even talk about it until we had gotten off the road and were back at his house.

It still gives me the chills like bad.

I remember I was at my great-grandparents place with my brother and sisters, we were playing outside with some water toy (thing that you hooked up to a hose and it sprayed water out of its tentacles) jumping over it and whatnot, our great-grandma is watching over us.

In the middle of playing I hear one of my sisters say ‘What’s that?’ and saw her looking straight up, so we all look up and see this black metallic thing just way up in the sky.

It was like a square with one of the corners missing, it had some ridged circles of different sizes on its under side with biggest in the center that was glowing red.(only the ridge was glowing) It had half of its outer side in flames (like how a movie would show an asteroid entering the atmosphere) and made no noise.

After a couple seconds of looking at it my great-grandma responds ‘It’s God punishing us’, my brother says to that ‘No it’s a UFO’.

I don’t know why but we quickly forget about it and go back to playing. I brought it up once with my great-grandma as an adult and she didn’t want to talk about (she got scared) but did acknowledge remembering it. My youngest sister said she remembered but the older one didn’t, I asked my brother if he remembered seeing that thing at wela’s (abuela’s) place and he laughed and said ‘The UFO? Yeah I remember it.’

Looking back at it, it wasn’t a scary experience but more ‘wtf was that about’. It was summer of '99 in south Texas for what it’s worth.