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“I said to her, ‘People are saying you killed someone,” said the neighbour, who spoke on the condition she not be identified. “And she starts laughing her head off. She was hysterical. She thought the whole thing was funny.”
Martin entered the room and saw Granat struggling with a nurse he says he recognized as Wettlaufer after seeing photos of her arrest. Granat’s arms were flailing and he was making strange noises. Martin held his hand and Granat calmed down.
To Granat’s friends, the nurse appeared gruff. “She just said, ‘Get out of my way. Get out of my way,’” Jackson said.
She left the room and returned moments later with a needle. She shoved Jackson aside and said, “This will soothe him now.”
About 20 minutes later, Granat gasped his final breath.
Early in 2008, through a chat room on the website Gay Canada, Wettlaufer connected with Sheila Andrews. That summer she flew to Prince Albert, Sask., to spend a week with Andrews at her home.
“When she got off the plane she almost body-slammed me,” said Andrews, 49. “She’s like, “I’ve been telling everybody how much in love I am with you and we were going to get together and everything.’ And I’m just, like, ‘Whoa, slow down, sweetheart. We’re just meeting.’ That’s what kind of scared me off.”
Also in 2011, under the pseudonym Betty Weston, Wettlaufer published an online poem about a woman trying to “quench her craze” by stabbing someone to death. In the comments section below the poem she wrote that making the killer a woman “made me feel powerful.”
Maybe it's the rye
or the time of night
but my day was not so bad.
Filled with work and satisfaction
and old people.
See I work with old people
and I love their candidacy,
their wrinkles, their frailties
their refusing to eat anything but icecream,
even their smell.
I love the finality, the resignation
the knowing this is their last home.
Yes, sometimes I feel angry
but mostly at the staff
the people expected to meet the aging needs.
I want to see everyone happy,
and when others who are paid to do so don't,
well I boil over.
Come on, these people are paying to be here
to end their days in a beige diapered wasteland.
Tonight though there is not even a simmer.
Everyone is in bed.
Everyone is content.
Every tooth soaking, every diaper done up
every pad in place.
So I am content.
My happiness slides into place
like the catheter I put in tonight
and my soul vents itself
like the healthy urine collecting in the bag
originally posted by: knowledgehunter0986
a reply to: TinySickTears
Oh I don't disagree with you. She'll probably go down as the most uninteresting, most harmless and non dangerous serial killer of all time. It's going to be hard to be a more uninteresting serial killer.
Yep. Many times these people spend their lifetime trying to figure out why they're the the way they are too. Good case in point, Ted Bundy. He died still wondering what compelled him to do what he did.
originally posted by: [post=21952636]
I would hazard a guess that she was not a popular child and teenager. I have heard it said that when something that should happen in a childs life doesn't, or something that shouldn't happen does, is often the point were personality traits take route. It could be that she was the victim of horrific abuse, but it is just as likely to be some minor issue that went unchecked, and made deep and dark roots.
We will probably never know for sure and that also adds to the uninteresting fascination.