The Grim Sleeper Page #5

Margette, I'm sorry, I didn't

mean to offend you.

I'll kick your ass if I

see you next Tuesday.

I don't think it's me you want to take down,

I think it's the man who assaulted you.

Assault, you make it sound so polite.

He tried to kill me cold!

Can you tell me anything about

him? - I don't give a man two thoughts.

But if our God is good, and I know He is,

then the bastard is burning in hell by now.

I don't think he is in hell.

I think he's still out there and he is still

attacking and killing other women.

I use it as my peaceful spot.

I used to bring my kids up here...

and think about how lucky

I am to have those babies.

It was after I was shot.

Still don't know why I did it.

To honor it, I guess.

- Maybe he finally met his match.

You think you'll see something like

that coming, get a bad vibe.

but I didn't feel

nothing like that.

I was waiting on the bus stop, I was going

to my friend's house to get my hair fix up,

and going to this party.

But I hated the bus.

So that car pools off, orange car,

it looked like a toy car.

There's a nice looking

black man, in his nice black shirt.

He looked like he had just

get off of his nice paying job.

And he said,

"I'll be happy to give you a ride. "

Talked very polite.

So I thought, "good,

I don't have to catch the bus. "

He was driving and teasing me about my

shoes, how could I wear my shoes.

Then he talked about he is coming to the

party, and I said "Oh, no, you ain't".

Then he said he gotta stop at

house and take some money.

So he makes the turn, I don't know

the street. He pull off to this house,

and I waited in the car till he gets back.

Later he was talking nasty, driving

and talking all this trash,

and I said

"You best show me some respect".

He said this is how I

respect women and shot me.

I ain't even see no gun, but the bullet

rip right through me and knocked me out.

Then I came to, and he's helping

himself to my body, like he had a right.

A I woke up a little later,

and he was taking my picture.

He took a picture of you?

Some kind of remembrance. Then he pushed me

out of car, drove off, I managed to...

start walking and my friend found

me on the porch half bled to death.

The police start coming around and took

me down on the line-offs,

and then they stopped calling,

I stop looking.

I don't know...

I just

stopped looking.

That's all.

Did they ever tell you if they

thought he shot anyone else?

If they thought he shot the other women,

I think they would mention it to me.

You think so?

Wait till you see what I found.

Seven murders, same killer.

I'm almost positive, same

MO and everything.

Three of them were

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