A Descent into Cruelty
I do not expect the reader to believe the ta llows. It would be most unreasonable for me to anyone to believe what my own senses re assure you that I am not crazy. Nor am I dreaming. But tomorrow I die and today I would lighten m soul The events in this story may start off as commonplace, normal household events. But their results over the past few days have terrified me and tortured m very soul. I cannot explain these events. Perhaps someday a wiser person than I am will find a reasonable, prac and perfectly na explanation.3 But before I begin this tale of terror, I feel it is necessary to give some background of who I am and how these events came to be Ever since I was a small child, those around me remarked that I had a calm and compassionate personality My kindness was especially directed toward animals. I spent most of my time feeding and playing with animals. These were the happiest moments of my life.