Evil (The true Confessions Of Rosemary West)

My name is Rosemary West.

“Rosemary, heaven restores you in life” Fred would say after burying a body.

I usually ignored the statement, as I was not sure if it was a compliment or not, but him saying that with this one look on his face was sort of unnerving to me.

Whether I want to admit it or not, Fred had a lot of control over me. He said whatever he was doing was always “the makings of a good plan.”

We used to live in Gloucester, England. I currently reside in a high-security prison located in Brasside, Durham. My husband? In an urn.

As strange is it is to admit it, I miss Fred dearly, and I want him back more than anything. My love for him, which is inexplicable to most, was the only thing that kept me going through all 28 killings.

They only found 13 bodies.

But now I have to spend a lifespan with no cell mate. I’ll find the long way back, Fred. I’ll come home soon.

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