Dr. Holmes final farewell essays

Dr. Holmes final farewell essays Tomorrow I will be executed for the murder of Benjamin Pitezel and his three children Howard, Alice, and Nellie. Throughout my time in jail, I have continued with my innocence. However, I feel the victims families and the American public deserve to hear the truth. Following my death, I wish for you, Mr. King, to write an article in the Chicago Journal regarding the truth behind all the murders. I am not as concerned with persuading the publics opinion, but that the article is completely factual. Admittedly, my overzealous pursuit of maniacal death was the result of a curiosity I have in medical practice, and the addictive pleasure I received from murder. I spent a good deal of my childhood alone in my room reading Jules Verne and Edgar Allan Poe and inventing things. For example, I built a wind-powered mechanism that generated noise to scare birds from the fields at the farm. Another hobby I began to persuade was the dissecting of small animals in the woods outside my home. Oddly enough, the dissections I performed were the result of a cruel prank done to me when I was five years old. One day during school two older students dragged me into the doctors office to confront me with a human skeleton. Fortunately, instead of screaming, I merely gazed at the skeleton with cool appreciation. The wicked act proved a heroic method of treatment, thus resulted years afterwards in my adopting medicine as a profession. Prior to the construction of my hotel, I sketched out a laboratory in the basement equipped with a large kiln and a dissection table. Soon after I had visions to create the hotel into a personal play house with gas pipes leading to hidden chambers and vaults throughout the building. The hotel became somewhat a childhood dream come true. However, creating the hotel into a haunted house would bring back a familiar euphoric addiction. While in medical school, a fellow student and I devised an elaborate life in...