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When I’m checking into a hotel room the last thing that comes to mind is, “was someone sodomized and then murdered here?” I’m more worried about bed bugs, pounds of dried semen and syringes hidden in the bed. After I stew on those for a minute or two, then I begin to get curious about murder. Why am I thinking about this stuff, you ask? Because the Internet has ruined me for life. I’m damaged goods. Any time I go anywhere all I can think about is the bad shit I read online about various places. It’s problematic.
I say all this because a contractor in Raleigh, North Carolina stumbled upon something while removing furniture from a Sheraton hotel room that was about to be renovated. What he uncovered was a note written on the back of one of the photos hanging on the wall. The contents of the note are, as some might say, HIGHLY DISTURBING.
Since there is no way you can possilby read that, here is what the note says:
To whom it may concern:
Between the years of 2008 and 2010, I would check into this room by special request.
And after six or seven weeks of phoning, I would select a victim from a local college or from the apartments adjacent to the windows in this room.
After gagging said victim, so as not to disturb the other guests, I would begin the ‘procedure’ with a hint of sodomy.
My crimes were far from victimless, however I always committed with them with the attitude of helping the victim go free from this world and helping the community at large.
I’ve never been one to leave witnesses but I felt I should leave this account of my life’s work so that someone will understand.
Are you the one who will save me?
Naw…I think I’m gonna pass, Bro. But thanks for extending the offer.