Michael's Confession

  “He’s ready to confess,” said the defense attorney, “provided that you will not seek the death penalty as you promised.”

“He gives a full confession,” the DA replied, “and pleads guilty and we don’t try to get the death penalty. Ultimately, sentencing is up to the judge as you know, but the prosecution will only ask for life imprisonment.”

“That’s what my client wants,” the defense attorney said. 

“I’ll inform the police department,” the DA said. 

“C’mon,” a large policeman said, “I’m taking you to questioning.”

Michael was pulled from his jail cell, handcuffed and led to an interrogation room. 

“Thank you, officer,” a woman said once the jailed man was sat down across from her. 

“I understand you are ready to confess,” she said. 

“Yes,” he said.

“I’m Detective Evans,” she said, “I will be questioning you regarding alleged crimes. You understand you have the right to not say anything?”

“Yes,” he said.

“You understand that you have the right to have your attorney with you during questioning?”

“Yes,”

“Would you like him to be here now?”

“No,” Michael said, “I don’t think his advice would do me much good now.”

“You still have those rights,” she said, “if you change your mind and want to exercise them you may at any time.”

“Understood,” he said. 

“Alright,” she said, “I’ll start with Amanda, a young wife and mother who went missing a year ago on Easter. Do you know what happened to her?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Did you kill her?”

“No,” he said, “but I saw her death. She was eaten in her backyard.”

“What did you see?” 

“I looked out my bedroom window early that morning,” he started, “and I saw a massive snake with a pair of legs in pantyhose sticking out of its mouth. I knew that it was my neighbor. I really enjoyed watching her legs kicking and being slowly taken into the snake’s mouth. Once the snake left, I went out and grabbed the shoe she had kicked off into my yard.”

“So, the snake was in the wild then?” 

“Yes,” he said.

“Let’s move to Stephanie, a schoolgirl who was the next to disappear. Do you know what happened to her?”

“Yes,” he said. 

“Did you kill her?”

“No,” he said, “but I saw her death.”

“What did you see?”

“I looked out my window and I saw a girl I had seen many times before walking. She had on black tights. She walks off into the wood where she was wrapped up by the snake and smothered. It was in a tree and it lifted the girl off the ground. Then it ate her body. She had kicked off her right shoe and I went down to get it when the snake was done eating.”

“So those were like trophies for you?”

“Yes,” he said.

“The next girl who went missing was Mei-Lien Chang. Do you know what happened to her?”

“No,” he said, “I didn’t see anything, but I think she probably got eaten by the snake.”

“So you didn’t see anything or set it up?”

“Correct,” he said, “I wished I had.”

“A young woman named Grace disappeared from your neighbors back patio. Do you know what happened to her?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Did you kill her?”

“No,” he replied, “but I saw what happened.”

“What did you see?”

“I watched out my window as the snake approached this girl I hadn’t seen before. She wore blue tights, which were unique and I liked the color. Anyway, I think she was drunk. She was giggling and stumbling and dropping shit. She fell and the snake started eating her. She kicked off her right shoe in her struggles and it landed in my yard, so I grabbed it when the snake left.”

“In the next case, there was a homicide as well as a disappearance at the empty house next door to yours. It was a realtor, Melissa and her client Jordan. Do you know what happened to these women?”

“I didn’t directly witness anything other than the girl in black pantyhose, Jordan, stumbling out of the house, bleeding before collapsing and quickly there after dying,” he said, “but given that I saw the snake leaving the house with its body a bit distended, I think one was eaten and the other was bitten.”

“Did you take Jordan’s right shoe?” 

“Yes,” he said.

“After this incident, you called and reported it to the police. You also told the police that you had seen a man fleeing the scene. Correct?”

“Yes,” he said. 

“Was that true?”

“No,” he said. 

“Your niece, Hannah, disappeared while you were taking care of her. Do you know what happened to her?”

“Yes,” he said. 

“Did you kill her?” 

“Yes,” he said. 

“How?” 

“I got her really drunk as she laid in my backyard. When she passed out I used pantyhose to tie her up and left her in the grass. Soon enough, the giant snake came out and ate her.”

“That was what you intended?”

“Yes,” he said. 

“Why did you do that?”

  “She had been manipulating me the whole time she was at my house. She had figured out that I had a ‘thing’ for tights. She wore them and threatened to tell her parents that I molested her, if I didn’t do what she wanted. I did exactly as she wanted, but the day before her parents were to come she told me she was going to tell them that I took advantage of her anyway.”

“So you were angry about that and left her as bait?”

“Yes,” he said. 

“Had the snake not shown up would you have killed her anyway?”

“I doubt it,” he said, “I don’t think I would’ve been brave enough.”

“On Halloween that year, a young woman named Erica went missing wearing her Little Red Riding Hood Costume. Do you know what happened to her?”

“Yes,” he said. 

“Did you kill her?” 

“Yes,” he said.

“How?”

“I kidnapped her,” he started, “and then lured the snake into my basement.”

“Tell me how you kidnapped her.” 

“I saw her walking into the wood near my house. I followed her, knocked her out with chloroform and then dragged her back to my house.”

“How long had that plan been in place?”

“I had decided on kidnapping a girl on Halloween,” he said, “I didn’t have anyone picked out. I just was looking for one that was vulnerable.”

“So, you didn’t specifically plan to kidnap Erica?”

“Right,” he replied. 

“How did you lure the snake into your house?”

“I did stuff that was supposed to attract snakes. I sprayed pheromones, I let rats go near my back door. I left my back door open and had the heat turned way up.”

“Why did you want to bring the snake into your home?”

“I didn’t think it would survive the winter,” he said. 

“So you felt you were helping it out?”

“Yes,” he said. 

“Was it your intention in bringing the snake into your house, to bring home women to feed it?”

“Yes,” he answered. 

“Your basement was renovated before this kidnapping. Was the intention of that to make kidnappings easier and have the snake feel comfortable?”

“Yes,” he answered.  

“The next disappearance happened in your neighborhood. The girl, Katherine, went missing on New Year’s Day in the morning. We know she was dropped off at her house that morning. Her boot was found in a weird spot. Do you know what happened to her?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Did you kill her?” 

“Yes,” he said. 

“Did you take her from her house?” 

“No,” he said, “she knocked on my door. She said she was locked out of her house. She showed me that she had her cell phone, but that it was missing its battery, so she asked to use my phone. She looked like she had an intense night of drinking. Her tights were sparkly and I liked that and I felt like a girl had fallen into my lap.”

“She’s in your house, so what do you do then?”

“I tell her I’ll go get my cell phone. I also prepared chloroform on a cloth. When she went to make the call I knocked her out. I took her booties off and carried her to the basement where the snake ate her. After that I stepped outside and just threw the left bootie as far as I could so you could to tie it to the other cases.”

“Did you enjoy that? Knowing what the police didn’t? Making the crimes fall into a pattern?”

“I did,” he said.

“On Valentine’s Day, a woman named Jamie went missing after leaving a restaurant. Do you know what happened to her?”

“Yes,” he said. 

“Did you kill her?”

“Yes,” he said, “I grabbed her off the street while I was scouting for possible victims that night. I knocked her out, left a shoe at the scene, and took her back to my house to feed her to the snake. I laid her out for the snake and she fought really hard. The snake had to bite into her arm before constricting her.”

“Next we have Bethany, the 17-year old high school cheerleader. Early in the morning of the day of a playoff basketball game she was setting up signs by the road. Then, she disappeared. Do you know what happened to her?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Did you kill her?” 

“Yes,” he replied. 

“What happened?”

“I saw her that morning,” he said, “I didn’t plan on a kidnapping that day, but a pretty little cheerleader in tights changed my plans. I hit her head as hard as could with my cell phone, which knocked her out. I took her left shoe off and threw it at the side of the road and then took her to my house. I think she was really hurt; she couldn’t stand on her own and her words were barely understandable. She didn’t really put up a fight as she was swallowed.”

“On Easter of this year, a woman disappeared. She was last seen at church. Do you know what happened to her?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Did you kill her?”

“Yes,” he said, “I was looking for a woman to kidnap that day. I went by churches and looked for attractive women who were alone and wearing tights. She met those requirements and even easier for me she went to a park where no one else was. I knocked her out, took her home and fed her to the snake.”

“So you didn’t stalk your victims? You were looking for an opportunity rather than a specific person?”

“That’s right,” he said.

“The last unexplained disappearance in this area happened about a month ago. Corrine, a high school senior who was soon to graduate vanished after leaving the library one night. Her car was still at the library, so something must have happened to her as she walked out. Do you know what happened to her?”

“Yes,” he said, “I knocked her out, took her home and fed her to the snake. Same story really.”

“You killed her? Sorry, but we’ve learned we have to make these things perfectly clear.”

“Yes,” he said. 

“So you can confirm the whereabouts of 10 of these women?”

“Yes,” he replied looking over the pictures the detective had laid out as she asked about each victim.

“Did you kidnap Amelia Brown on the day you were arrested?” 

“Yes,” he said. 

“You did this with the intention of killing her by feeding her to the snake?”

“Correct,” he said. 

“Did you rape any of these women?” 

“I’d rather not answer that,” he said. 

“I was under the impression you were ready to give a full confession? Have you changed your mind?”

“No,” he said, “You’ve got my confession to the murders.”

“An officer will be in shortly to escort you back to your cell. I suspect you will be hearing from your attorney soon in regards to arraignment.”

The detective walked out and a police man quickly entered the room to return Michael to his cell. The detective dropped her calm now that he was gone. 

“He is one sick asshole,” she said out loud to the officers around her, “He won’t make it long in prison.”

At Michael’s arraignment the list of charges against him was read:

“7 counts of First Degree Murder

6 counts of Kidnapping 

7 counts of Gross Sexual Imposition 

5 counts of Misleading or Misrepresenting information to the Police

12 counts of Obstruction of Justice

1 count of Illegal Possession of an Exotic Animal”

“How do you plead?” the judge asked. 

“Guilty to all charges, your honor,” Michael replied. 

After another hearing, Michael was sentenced to 7 consecutive life-sentences to be followed by 180 years for Kidnapping, Gross Sexual Imposition, Misleading or Misrepresenting information to the police and Obstruction of Justice. He was also given a $10,000 fine for Illegal Possession of an Exotic Animal. He was taken to the state penitentiary to begin his sentence which would last for however long he had left to live.