“I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you.” These are the words my mother spoke over me as a child. I speak them now to Jesus and imagine him repeating these words back to me. I am writing this in my last hold out I have from these creatures. To think that just a few months ago I couldn’t even harm my dog Choochoo, and now I hold my fathers shotgun close to repel these demonic entities. I still remember the first one I had to kill. Its eyes were missing, it had a patchy beard with blood stains around the mouth, it made gurgling screams, and its skin was dark purple as if it were dead. I wanted to help this thing at first; it was only when it tackled me to the ground and stabbed me in the leg that I realized it was me who needed help.Blood stains in our eyes
The shrieks of the monsters and their relentless thrashes against the fortifications are maddening, but I’m thankful for gods grace and for the wonderful life I have lived. Even if tonight is my last night, I will be happy to finally be with the lord. I hear thunder, like fire crackers on the forth of July, perhaps this is the lord sending his lightning to strike down these wicked things. Lord answer me should I fight back? They have gotten through! Let them have their wicked way? Your will is mine my lord Jesus, let the last words on my lips be “Holly is thy name!” I hear them going through my traps, they will be here any second now. I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you.
This was a letter written by a once thought heartless murderer, but this and many other letters written by the mass murderer lead me to believe that he was hallucinating during his man slaughter. I truly believe he was a god loving man, and that his actions were not done because he wanted to, but because he truly believed he was defending himself against zombie like creatures. When the CIA went into his last hold out to eliminate him, I believe we should have tried to capture and detain him, because obviously this man just needed some help. So please lift the charges on Mr. Glasson, though the murderer used his shotgun to kill over a hundred people, Mr. Glasson had no idea of what his son would do with the family hunting fire arm.