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Сын Сэма
Первое письмо от 17 aпреля 1977 годa. Нaйдено нa месте преступления.
I am deeply hurt by your calling me a wemon hater. I am not. But I am a monster. I am the «Son of Sam.» I am a little «brat». When father Sam gets drunk he gets mean. He beats his family. Sometimes he ties me up to the back of the house. Other times he locks me in the garage. Sam loves to drink blood. «Go out and kill» commands father Sam. Behind our house some rest. Mostly young — raped and slaughtered — their blood drained — just bones now. Papa Sam keeps me locked in the attic, too. I can’t get out but I look out the attic window and watch the world go by. I feel like an outsider. I am on a different wave length then everybody else — programmed too kill. However, to stop me you must kill me. Attention all police: Shoot me first — shoot to kill or else. Keep out of my way or you will die! Papa Sam is old now. He needs some blood to preserve his youth. He has had too many heart attacks. Too many heart attacks. «Ugh, me hoot it urts so
Письмо от 30 мaя 1977 годa. Достaвлено Джимми Бреслину.
Hello from the gutters of N.Y.C. which are filled with dog manure, vomit, stale wine, urine and blood. Hello from the sewers of N.Y.C. which swallow up these delicacies when they are washed away by the sweeper trucks. Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of N.Y.C. and from the ants that dwell inthese cracks and feed in the dried blood of the dead that has settled into the cracks. J.B., I’m just dropping you a line to let you know that I appreciate your interest in those recent and horrendous.44 killings. I also want to tell you that I read your column daily and I find it quite informative.
Tell me Jim, what will you have for July twenty-ninth? You can forget about me if you like because I don’t care for publicity. However you must not forget Do
Mr. Breslin, sir, don’t think that because you haven’t heard from me for a while that I went to sleep. No, rather, I am still here. Like a spirit roaming the night. Thirsty, hungry, seldom stopping to rest; anxious to please Sam. I love my work. Now, the void has been filled. Perhaps we shall meet face to face someday or perhaps I will be blown away by cops with smoking.38’s. Whatever, if I shall be fortunate enough to meet you I will tell you all about Sam if you like and I will introduce you to him. His name is «Sam the terrible.»
Not knowing what the future holds I shall say farewell and I will see you at the next job. Or should I say you will see my handiwork at the next job? Remember Ms. Lauria. Thank you. In their blood and from the gutter «Sam’s creation». 44 Here are some names to help you along. Forward them to the inspector for use by N.C.I.C: [sic] «The Duke of Death» «The Wicked King Wicker» «The Twenty Two Disciples of Hell» «John «Wheaties’ — Rapist and Suffocator of Young Girls. PS: Please inform all the detectives working the slaying to remain.
P.S: [sic] JB, Please inform all the detectives working the case that I wish them the best of luck. «Keep ’em digging, drive on, think positive, get off your butts, knock on coffins, etc.» Upon my capture I promise to buy all the guys working the case a new pair of shoes if I can get up the money.
Son of Sam