The seven deadly sins

His son tell the story

Hello. This is Gregory, the boy in the story. I'm 36 now, and I was given this note from the police about a year ago. This suicide note was written by my father back in 1980. I was only five years old. When my mother got the news about my father, she cried for about an hour. I was alone, too, and it wasn't until ten years later that my mother gave me the real story.

She cried crocodile tears when she heard the news. The only emotion she harbored for my dad was hate. See, my father did all of those horrible things you see in the story. My father went insane at 1:40 AM in 1973, the date of his first wife and his anniversary. The psychologist he saw when his wife died had suspected that his wife's death was all his fault. He created an excuse, and based his so-called 'revenge' on the seven deadly sins.

The night of his wife's anniversary, he gave his daughter a shot of steroids, which gave her the heart condition.

He killed every woman who flirted with him for one year, making their deaths look like suicides.

The second year, he stuffed his daughter full of food, making her eat the largest portions. He became upset that it did not kill her, so he made her throw up her food after every meal when the year was up.

The third year, he sold his house, and let my mom use money from his credit card. He also became abusive for many years after.

The fourth year, he claimed that he was the most talented singer ever, calling talent agencies and such. When they turned him down, he would call them foul names, and he even tried to kill one man. He shot at the man right outside of his studio, clipping him in the ear.

The fifth year, he tried to kill my mom and late sister many times, but my mother retaliated, pushing him down the stairs. He had acquired short term memory loss and couldn't remember much about that month.

The sixth year, he drove my sister out of the house, calling her 'stupid bitch' or 'whore'. She hid in the house next door when my father called a lost child agency. The forensics team quickly turned her back into our house, which my mother frequently called 'Hell'.

The seventh year, my dad was very tame. He became a very nice man, happy, and was proud of his behavior, until 1:40 A.M. On the night of his wife's anniversary, he killed my sister with a kitchen knife and fled with her remains to the Bahamas. I still cannot believe it to this very day, and at the beginning of the eighth year, he killed himself.

The police force says that it was suicide, he created a makeshift noose out of organic material.

They all lie, because I know the rope was my sister.