reply to post by Majestic23
Millie, the woman, heard someone in some woods across the creek or river calling "hey you". So she turned and followed this man. Let me say that I
believe with all my heart that this particular idiot, the creeper, fed on fear. Millie lived in a time when running away from an abusive marriage,
already pregnant with another man's child, just wasn't done. Society would have rejected her and from what I could tell she agreed with the
judgment. She had judged herself unworthy of God's grace. But she wanted some sort of happiness in her life and figured what the heck, I'm already
pregnant by my boyfriend who wants to take me to safety and I want some safety in this lifetime. So when she died, she wasn't expecting to be saved.
Following someone who acknowledged her seemed the natural thing to do.
Suzanna was his daughter. She was his first trophy. When we finally made contact with him, I knew him intimately. It was almost like a book in my
mind opened and I knew that what he'd done in life he'd continued to do in death. He was a classic predator. He fed on weakness, pain and terror
and it didn't matter if the person was young or old. The sleepy pickles he used to knock out victims. I think the cotton candy and cookies were
about him luring children away from gatherings to hurt or kill them.
One thing we tried doing one day was to go in the bathroom and just be quite and we each had notebooks. We sat there quietly and wrote things down as
they came to us. Pictures in our ., pains in our bodies, anything that came to us we wrote down. We did not talk or try to get anyone to talk to
us. Incredibly we saw some of the very same things. For one, my assistant saw a blanket on a little girl's bed pushed down off the bottom corner. I
saw a child's blanket on a morgue gurney with white enamel wheels. My assistant started hearing a little girl talk about hiding where he can't find
me. I felt a man in the front of the shop. I saw him very clearly and the only thing missing was that he had no whites to his eyes. And then I felt
his frustration which was turning into rage. A rage so strong that I had to break off the connection. He was looking for something and couldn't
find it. It took me a good 15 minutes to disconnect from that rage, so we never tried it again. When we did later compare notes we were amazed at
how many things we both saw alike.
This man killed his own daughter, Suzanna and wrapped her in a blanket and threw her out like trash. Then he killed himself. He got here to the
morgue before she did and waited on her. Trophy #1. Millie was #2. Millie explained to us that she could hear her family call her and she would try
to get to them, but each time she tried she always ended back at the scene of her death and was led back here. The one time she tried to take Suzanna
with her, when the Creeper caught them, he made her watch what he'd done to his own little girl to kill her. After that she never tried to take
The Creeper is what we named him because he liked to follow us around all day long sometimes. He even would lean over and place his "chin" on my
assistant's shoulder like her daughter does. He never respected our space. He also let us hear him walk. It was always one heavy foot fall, not
two, but it would happen so close to you that you'd feel almost like you were going to be stepped on any second.
We played "who's that creepin" by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy for him all the time which he hated. I did everything I could to piss him off because I
knew him so very well. Hey as a child, been there done that got the t-shirt, so nothing he did was exactly new to me. I'd already survived hell as
a child so what was to fear. We laughed at him, talked about how weak he was, how pathetic his attempts were to frighten us, anything we could to
make him feel bad.