The Malignant Abode, Susie Q Whitmer [top reads .TXT] 📗

and a good person. She saved the child when Lesley went insane. Lesley, I forget what he said he did, but he went insane when the preacher was shot down.”
“A preacher,” the woman asked.
“You know all of this already, why are you even asking me? Are you trying to push me to insanity?”
“There was never a preacher in the bomb shelter Mrs. Maddox. He was a retired school teacher, well I suppose he had to retire once he became a registered sex offender.”
“Why the hell would you put a sex offender in a bomb shelter with a little girl you sick bitch! You people knew this would happen, you wanted this,” I screamed.
The woman once again gathered her things and left, telling me that I should remain calm for my child. So here I am handcuffed to a table and unsure of what tomorrow will bring.


March 23, 2011

They feed me every day, sometimes leaving me to my thoughts for more than I can stand. I wonder where my husband is right now; is he searching for me? I believe they will not let me survive this; I know too much. Now I can only pray for my child.

March 24, 2011

Today the woman came back with the man from the first day. She sat down casually, adjusted her glasses and began to ask me more questions.
“Why are you doing this? You already know everything I do; are you going to kill me? If you are then just do it already!”
The woman grinned, which infuriated me, and then she pulled a picture from her folder and slid it towards me. It was Candice, sitting in a room that looked quite similar to mine.
“Why are you showing me this,” I asked.
“To reassure you that we are not here to harm you,” she answered.
“Then why am I still here?”
“I promise you that you will be free in six days, until then you must cooperate with us.”
“What do you want me to do; I have been doing everything you have asked.”
“Six more days,” she replied and left.
The man walked over to me with a needle and told me to be calm or I would only hurt myself. He injected me with something and left. Six more days; what will happen then?

March 25, 2011

I am beginning to have contractions, and my water just broke. I have been screaming for help but no one will come. I am going to have this baby, today. I hear them coming now. Oh god, get me through this.

March 26, 2011

I awoke today feeling complete emptiness. My child was gone; I was strapped down to a gurney. A nurse came in and injected me with morphine to ease the pain.
“Where is my child,” I asked her in a daze.
“I don’t have that information; I am only here to care for your wellbeing.”
The morphine crept through my veins and made me feel euphoric. I began to drift back to sleep, my eyelids heavy; the darkness pulled me back in and I was helpless.

March 27, 2011

I woke up today in a hospital, people walking around freely. No straps holding me down. I jumped out of bed and fell to the floor; I was too weak to stand. A nurse ran in and helped me to my feet and back onto the bed.
“Honey, you are way too weak to walk right now, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Where is my baby,” I screamed.
“Calm down, you mean you don’t remember you poor child?”
“What, what happened? Please tell me.”
“Honey, you and you’re husband had an argument. He became physical and you lost the baby,” the nurse explained sympathetically.
I looked at her shocked, “That’s not possible, that would never happen! Where is my husband?”
As I finished my question two police officers came into the room and handcuffed me to the gurney.
“Mrs. Maddox you are being charged with the murder of your husband on March 1, 2011,” the first officer explained then went on to read me my rights.
“No, I’ve been keeping a journal. I wrote down everything that has happened,” I tried to explain.
The familiar woman cop put her hand on my shoulder, “You have been in shock for the past month, we have allowed you to play out your fantasies in this journal; however that’s all they are, fantasies. Now you know that you can claim temporary insanity under the horrific conditions. I’m sure the judge will take it easy on you, maybe even send you to a nice mental institution. We all know you have been through hell and back.”
They sedated me once again and I tried to figure out what was real and what my mind had made up.

March 28, 2011

I have read back through these pages a million times and just can’t bring myself to believe that I had made this all up. However, if what they say is true; then maybe I did go insane. I mean a bomb shelter, government experiments; it was quite ridiculous once I began to reflect on it. However, if what they say is true, then now I am going to jail for killing my husband and I have lost my child. How can I live with that?

March 29, 2011

Tomorrow I must go to jail and await my trial. I have come to accept what I have done to my husband. My lawyer explained that the fight began when I discovered that my husband was having a sexual relationship with one of his students. Her name was Candice Lynn, she was only thirteen. However I do not believe I will ever recover from the pain of losing my child.

March 30, 2011

Today is my last day in the hospital. I have spoken to a lawyer and have seen my family members. None of that matters now, I am going away and will never be the same.
The female police officer came in to obtain me. I turned and let her cuff me without a struggle. Her eyes were so welcoming; so comforting.
Walking to the police cruiser, I overheard a news broadcast reporting a man that was reported missing on March 1st; his name was Truman Sparks. I turned to the policewoman speechless.
“I promised you would be free in six days,” she said with a warm smile.


Case No. 636
This evidence was apprehended on March 31, 2011 after the suicide of Lila MaryAnn Maddox. Case has since been closed due to inefficient evidence.


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Publication Date: 03-30-2011

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Dedication:
Dedicated to my love Michael J.P. Whitmer