“The public has no need to fear - the Force will not let this crime go unsolved, and we have already discovered some possible leads. We ask you to stay calm, but keep your eyes peeled."
The family were each shot in turn, and then bound with rope with the exact same loose knot – indicating a small number of killers. This story has come as a shock to the residents of Holcomb, and this news is likely to spread across the whole of America extremely quickly - giving the murderers nowhere to run.
Now, I have always taken notice of my dreams. You see, I have been alone for so long that my dreams have become intensely vivid, and are my only source of comfort. Admittedly, some seem more important than others, but all are carefully considered and reflected upon before fully awakening from my slumber. It troubles me greatly that much of humankind just dismiss their dreams, when so much inspiration can be taken from them. My dreams never fail to be a thousand times more exciting than my reality, and I sometimes find myself recalling memories that were, in fact, dreamt and not experienced - blurring the boundaries between dreams and reality. And thus begins the part of my story I am sure you are eager to hear.
Two years prior to finding that article, I was alone, separated from my family after an argument in which I was forced to sacrifice either my family relationships or my yearning for more knowledge, as I was told that it was impossible for them to co-exist. I chose my studies, and subsequently moved away to the outskirts of Kansas, losing all contact with my family but never quite forgetting them.
In the ninth month that I spent in my new dwelling, I had a particularly fascinating dream. It began in a dark, silent laboratory, cluttered with filthy surgical instruments and what I perceived to be stolen body parts. I witnessed myself arrange all of the parts necessary to form a human being, and then I correctly galvanised the creation, bringing it to life. The creature, though initially seeming beautiful and gentle, picked me up with an unfathomable ease and brought me to my former home, where it - though this I only heard, and did not witness - destroyed each human inside.
And so, upon waking from this powerful dream, I realised that the events that occurred were events that had to happen. The dream inspired me to do what was right, as I could not successfully gain the knowledge and fame I wanted with the burden of knowing that the people who I once knew as "family" were still alive. They had instilled in me the fact that my desire for knowledge had led to the downfall of our relationship, but who were they to say that I could not maintain a family-like relationship with them, whilst still continuing to learn? They forced me into a life of solitude that I did not want, and so I decided to force them into the most extreme separation from civilisation - death.
So I spent the next year carefully formulating the most intricate of plans. I was not capable of any of the actions the dream depicted, but I gradually became the monster - although I could not match its strength. That newspaper article that I showed you, about the Frankenstein family? That proves my success. So inquire then, how can you be sitting here talking to me in a mental institution if I believe my plan was successful? Well, Truman, the other Frankensteins are dead, and though I am more confined, I have achieved fame. My name can be heard and recognised all over the world, and this building contains access to every book I need to further my knowledge. I was denied the ability to live with a family, and so I denied them the ability to live. I was told to live alone and study to my heart's content, and I have - Now, as the news of my "family"'s death continues to spread, I am truly happy.
