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here. Yesterday when I got off the bus she didn’t come running to me and give me a hug. Even though I tell her to stop, I feel kinda sad that she didn’t even come out on the balcony when I called her name and rang the doorbell. Instead she opened the door and just stomped right back into her room. She did the same thing today. I knocked on the door and she clearly didn’t budge. I just heard whispering from a voice that sounded scratchy and kinda dark. I banged on the door and yelled, “Mili! Open this fudging door so you can eat.” I heard her stomach ache from starvation. She hadn’t ate for two days so she opened the door a crack and said, “Bring me my food.” Within a second I kicked the door open. She slammed the door on me and locked it again. My mom can’t find the key to her door, so I guess my mom is gonna have to buy another key or something. I looked under her door and saw her feet dangling of her bed. She was moving them back and forth, whispering.

 

September 7th, 2014:

 

So it’s Saturday and school has been pretty good actually. The bullies thought  I was pretty cool so haven’t messed with me at all. Mili hasn’t been doing so good though. One day she’s fine and happy. The next day she’s furious and disrespectful. Or she’s emotional and humble. Or she’s just anti-social and “not hungry”. Normal kids that are 6 like playing with toys or coloring, but Mili, she’s so bipolar. And the whispering hasn’t gone away either. Even if she is in a good mood, she starts tapping her feet, biting her nails, and whispering which gets her in a bad mood. Mom booked an appointment with a therapist for Mili. I hope she’s okay and not crazy.

 

September 28, 2014:

 

I’ve been hiding in my treehouse for hours, while Mili is throwing a fit inside my house. She isn’t allowed up here so this should be a good place for her not to find me. Wait, why is Mili walking towards the lake?

 

October 1, 2014:

 

I’m sorry I got cut off in my last entry. Mili was walking towards the lake in anger and I panicked so I jumped out my tree house right next to her and grabbed her leg. I broke my shoulder and arm though which really hurted. Earlier she was talking with her “friend” about killing something. I think I should tell mom about this because her “friend” sounds creepy. I used to think it was just imaginary, but I’ve heard it talk. Nobody is gonna believe me but its worth a shot.

 

October 13, 2014:

 

Well it’s Friday, the 13th and my mom is dropping me off at a party for one of my friends at school. It’s her birthday. In an hour I’m gonna have an awesome time! And I won’t have to worry about Mili or anything! I’ll just dance my worries away. I just heard someone scream, I’ll be back.

 

October 14, 2014:

 

Hey. My mom and dad, are dead. I don’t know where I am right now, but I just want to say goodbye. I’m leaving for now, maybe forever. So I’m leaving this journal right here. And whoever finds it, and if I’m still alive, take this to the police and just say, “This girl needs help. Her name is Macie Gardener. The last time she wrote in this she was 12 years old. Please find her.” Mili is close. I  can hear her footsteps. But no matter what, she’s my sister and I love her with all my heart. I love you, Mili. You don’t have to do th~~_

 

 

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- Being Honest is not my thing
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-Don't Blame me if I find it as a shitty work

Hate, Rape & Homicidal Rage: Serial Killer Carl Panzram, Who Stole The President's Gun

 

 

LEAVENWORTH, KS — On the morning of September 5, 1930, Carl Panzram, 39, approached his own death with the same hyper-belligerence with which he lived — and killed.

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While Panzram stood in the gallows at Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary’s execution chamber, he growled at the hangman:

“Hurry up you Hoosier bastard, I could kill 10 men while you’re fooling around!”

According to Panzram himself, he had eagerly anticipated this final moment. Previously, he proclaimed:

 

 

Carl Panzram, 1915 mugshot [Wikipedia]

“I look forward to a seat in the electric chair or dance at the end of a rope just like some folks do for their wedding night.”

The trapdoor dropped open beneath the condemned man’s feet, the noose snapped his neck, and death came fast for one of humanity’s most supremely heartless and unrepentant slayers.

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Carl Panzram’s childhood is a thing of horror. Born in 1891 to impoverished German immigrants in Minnesota, Panzram experienced severe abuse and neglect.

Stolen alcohol provided the beaten, hungry boy with his only form of comfort. Panzram’s first-ever arrest occurred for being drunk in public — when he was eight years old.

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At 12, Panzram burglarized a gun from a neighbor, prompting his parents to send him to a notorious Christian reform school. Staff members there savaged and sexually assaulted the students. Panzram wrote of those lessons:

“I was reformed all right… I had been taught by Christians how to be a hypocrite and I had learned more about stealing, lying, hating, burning and killing. I had learned that a boy’s penis could be used for something besides to urinate with and that a rectum could be used for other purposes.”

That same anger, he pointed out, fueled his future penchant for setting fire to churches.

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Running away in his early teens, took riding the rails. Cops roughed him up regularly and he reported getting gang-raped by hobos. He said the latter experience rendered him “a sadder, sicker, but wiser boy.”

 

Upon turning 15, Panzram faked his way into the Army, and then almost immediately landed in Fort Leavenworth’s military prison for larceny. He wrote:

“Well, I was a pretty rotten egg before I went there, but when I left there, all the good that may have been in me had been kicked and beaten out of me.”

From that point onward, Carl Panzram viewed everyone and everything else on earth as mere deserving outlets for his maniacal wrath.

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Over the next 10 years, Panzram traveled the United States ruthlessly attacking, robbing, and, most often, raping male targets. He stole absolutely anything he could get away with, from bottles of booze to pleasure boats.

Police repeatedly arrested Panzram. He fought cops and prison guards alike with utter abandon. Throughout his multitude of incarcerations, Panzram also developed a shocking talent for escaping from jail. In short order, he claimed to become equally adept at murder.

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Setting his sights supremely high, in 1920 Panzram broke into the Connecticut home of U.S. President William Howard Taft.

 

 

Panzram blamed his stint in military lock-up on Taft, who had been Secretary of War, so he stole the president’s bonds, jewelry, and personal Colt M1911 .45-caliber pistol — a weapon the killer would put to horrific use.

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Newly armed, Panzram mugged and sexually violated men at every opportunity. Using Taft’s handgun, he said he sodomized a railroad cop and then forced a group of hobos to gang-rape him. He wrote:

“Whenever I met [a target] that wasn’t too rusty looking I would make him raise his hands and drop his pants. I wasn’t very particular either. I rode them old and young, tall and short, white and black. It made no difference to me at all except that they were human beings.”

Stunningly, Panzram netted enough money from the Taft haul to purchase the Akiska, a private yacht. He used the boat to lure sailors on leave in New York City to party with him on the water, whereupon he’d attack, rape, and kill them, then dump their bodies over the side.

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The high seas murder spree ceased after the Akiska crashed and sank. Panzer then hopped a ship to Africa, where he said he raped, killed, and bashed the skull in of a young boy. He also claimed to have chartered a boat with six crewmen that he shot and fed in pieces to crocodiles.

 

 

Panzram: A Journal of Murder by Carl Panzram, edited by Thomas E. Gaddis and James O. Long / front cover image [Amazon]

Upon returning to the United States, Panzram said he raped and slaughtered a succession of four little boys along the east coast and randomly murdered residents of homes he burglarized.

 

Mass murder appealed to Panzram even more, especially on the most mammoth scales.

Panzram boasted of intricately planning to blow up a popular train trestle, poison the water supply of upstate New York, and sink a British battleship to start war between England and the United States.

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In 1928, Panzram got caught breaking into a train station. He blurted out about killing two young boys, and landed a 25-year stretch at Leavenworth. Upon meeting the warden, Panzram said, “I’ll kill the first man who bothers me.”

That nuisance apparently turned out to be the head of the prison laundry. Panzram beat him to death with an iron bar. A court subsequently upped Panzram’s sentence to a date with the hangman. Alas, when human rights groups attempted to get Panzram off death row, he told them:

“The only thanks you and your kind will ever get from me for your efforts on my behalf is that I wish you all had one neck and that I had my hands on it…. I have no desire whatever to reform myself. My only desire is to reform people who try to reform me, and I believe that the only way to reform people is to kill ’em!”

He further refused any attempts to appeal or lessen his punishments.

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John Lesser, a 26-year-old prison guard, proved to be the first person to ever show any kindness to Panzram that the killer could accept. The two men grew friendly, and Lesser encouraged Panzram to write down his life story, regularly slipping pencils and papers into the prisoner’s cell.