By Steve Huff
(Continued)
In two short-short stories found on this page, titled "Moving Towards the Edge," Underwood writes of pain, depression, and suicide:
I spun around, and for a brief moment knew what a deer feels when he is trapped in someone's headlights. Then everything went black. I awakened to find myself in a white room. At first I thought it was Heaven, but then I saw my parents faces appear over me and realized I was in a hospital. I attempted to speak but nothing happened, and I passed back out. It is a few months later now and I am still in the hospital, I have not moved. They think I am a vegetable, but my mind works fine, I just can't do anything. I can still hear and see and think and feel. I just can't move or speak. My parents have even stopped coming as much. I heard them talking with the doctor, he told them it is hopeless, there's nothing to be done. I was really wrong, it's not Heaven, it's Hell. It won't bother me any longer however, here's the doctor, come to pull the plug
Another page was referenced as having been written by a friend of Kevin Underwood's named Jared. This story was titled "This is a story about a man named Kevin," and though it was mostly a self-conscious attempt to be bizarre and funny, "Jared's" story contained the following passage:
The story begins in the small town of Mansonville. Mr. Manson is the Mayor and spiritual leader of the town. He made all of his money in music. He hates pizza and Ho Hos, he hired Wonder Kevin to obliviate all of them. I guess you could call him an Anti-Spice Superstar
If another person actually wrote this story about Kevin Underwood, the statement above could be taken out of context as oddly insightful. It seemed that Kevin Underwood's plan for torture, murder and cannibalism, which according to a press conference given by McClain County authorities on April 15th involved implements such as barbeque skewers and a meat tenderizer, somehow was directed towards the obliteration of the victim, as much as anything.
Underwood may have revealed more about the way he thought when he was trying to be funny. The following is a quote from a "psycomind" page Kevin Underwood titled, "Meet Sir Charles, the Homicidal Butler":
This is Sir Charles, the Homicidal Butler. He is the caretaker of this site. He watches over it and cleans up the messes you people leave whenever you visit. And some of you do make the biggest messes I have ever seen. Sir Charles does NOT like cleaning up after you, in fact, he hates it, and it makes him very angry. Sir Charles, as his name implies, is not the kind of person you want to make angry. I suggest you people clean up your act when you are here. He has a list. He keeps it hidden in his dresser drawer. I saw it the other day. He keeps peoples names in there, people who piss him off, it's his "kill list," and you don't want to be on it. () If your name ends up in his book, you better pray to God. Pray that he finds you and gets it over with quick. If he gets a hold of you, you will wish for a quick death. He has some of the most unspeakable ways of torturing his victims. Let me warn you again, DO NOT, piss him off.
If you'd like, though I don't know why anyone in their right mind would want to, you can e-mail Sir Charles at sircharles12@hotmail.com.
Did Underwood really just start planning to murder and eat another human being only a year ago? Or was he plagued by such ideas long before he met little Jamie Rose Bolin?
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