Day 13: Write to a Mass Murderer

I'm fascinated by murderers. I've read Zodiac by Robert Greysmith like twice. I loved the Jack the Ripper Tour in London. I'm just sick like that. Now, don't get me wrong, I could NEVER kill a person (barring self defense and even that I would try and render them unconscious before killing them, at least I like to think i would) but I think that people who can and do are facinating. It just human nature I gather. They are like the inuits in freak shows from the 1930's- people can't fathom living like that and thus are intrigued and drawn to know more. Also, by studying serial killers, by delving into their lives and motives, people can separate themselves from these "monsters" (I do think they are a little monsterous). It is a reassurance that you are normal, that you could never do that. Unfortunatley, many serial killers lived totally normal lives- like the BTK killer. He was a church going man, totally normal, wife and kids but on the side he stalked woman and brutally murdered them. That is slightly disconserting and if taken too seriously can make you extremely paronoid. However, I did not pick to write to the BTK killer, I chose to write to Edmund.... Kempler. He killed and tortured women, including his mother. He killed her, cut off her head and then used the severed head of him mother to preform oral sex on himself. FACINATING (and a little... okay WAY disturbing). But yeah I wrote to him. Now, don't fret, there is NO way of this guy finding out who I am, where I live or what I do. I'm sending him a postcard of all of canada and not signing it. It simply says "how was it? eh?" that is all. No identifying marks (mother you can sleep soundly). The phrase was the idea of Adam and Nate, so that can't even really be tied to me. I hope that Edmund likes it. In reality, I know it will end up, stuck to his wall by spunk and he'll probably fanticize about the girl who sent it. YUCK. I also could be totally wrong about that, he could be a loveley individual and totally normal. Although his actions with his mother's head suggest that he has some serious sexual issues. But, I won't know, will I? As much as I am intrigued by serial killers, I never intend to meet one.