One thing that I've always wondered about when contemplating these
horrible murders is that you never hear of anyone really saying that
they're in pain. Yes, there are stories of some guy yelling, "No,
don't!" (etc) but there's no indication of when that definitely
happened. And, yes, we know that Abigail told Pat that she was "already
dead." Of course, some people are skeptical but this is the official
story so....
Here are my thoughts on this.
First, I need to give you some background. I started babysitting at
the age of 10 or 11. I know that's young but I was very responsible,
lived in a small town, knew practically everyone and was never afraid as
I knew help was always near. I was booked up weeks and months in
advance and there were actually arguments sometimes over who'd get me to
watch their kids. You know, "I asked her first!" "No, you didn't!"
So, I almost had a day care business. There were times I'd be watching
a zillion kids in one day. I kept babysitting until my early 20's,
then stopped because the kids were growing up and I needed to join the
real world.
When I was about 20, I was
babysitting for a neighbor who had 2 kids who were 3 and 5. I'd taken
care of them practically since birth so I was very comfortable in their
house. This particular night, I was going to get the kids a snack so I
went to the kitchen to get something. Their mom had washed dishes and
left them in the drainer on the counter. I remember thinking that it
was strange that she left sharp knives with the blades pointing up. I
thought about putting away the dishes as this was the sort of thing I
did (along with picking up toys, dusting or whatever looked like it
needed to be done) and figured that I'd do it after the kids were in
bed.
I reached into a cabinet above the dishes to get a snack (this was the snack cabinet filled with pretzels and so on) for the kids and a glass for myself (to have some soda). When I lowered my arm I can remember thinking that things just seemed strange. I can't describe it but it was like I was there, but not there. Things seemed very dreamlike. I'm sure you've all been woken out of a sound sleep and you aren't quite sure you're awake. This was sort of how that felt. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. My eyes were sort of wandering all over. I remember thinking about the glass in my hand and looked at it. It was all red and I couldn't figure that out. My arm was all red too and there was red all over the floor. The redness was dripping from my arm.
I reached into a cabinet above the dishes to get a snack (this was the snack cabinet filled with pretzels and so on) for the kids and a glass for myself (to have some soda). When I lowered my arm I can remember thinking that things just seemed strange. I can't describe it but it was like I was there, but not there. Things seemed very dreamlike. I'm sure you've all been woken out of a sound sleep and you aren't quite sure you're awake. This was sort of how that felt. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. My eyes were sort of wandering all over. I remember thinking about the glass in my hand and looked at it. It was all red and I couldn't figure that out. My arm was all red too and there was red all over the floor. The redness was dripping from my arm.
I turned toward the dish drainer and noticed that the tallest knife had blood that was quite a way down the blade. I looked at my arm and saw a gaping hole in it midway between my wrist and elbow. Now, I'm VERY squeamish so the fact that I could look INTO this hole and not pass out still amazes me. I had enough sense to realize that I needed help NOW
This was before cell phones and 911.
I told the kids to stay put on the couch, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my arm and ran to the next door neighbors but they weren't home. I went to another neighbor who was a paramedic and he said that I definitely needed to go to the hospital. His wife went with me to get the kids as she said she'd watch them. (I had no way of getting hold of the parents as this was before cell phones and I didn't have the phone number of where they were, plus I just didn't have the time to try to find it)
Once I knew the kids were ok, off we went to the hospital. Long story short, I had several stitches put in my arm and was really surprised that I felt no pain. The ER staff wasn't really surprised and they kept saying that I'd feel it when the shock wore off.
We got back to town, I picked up the kids, we walked back to their house, I got them ready for bed and their parents happened to call. After hearing what'd happened, they said they'd come right home but I said it was ok, I was fine, they could stay where they were. I think they came home a few hours later. In the meantime, I'd cleaned up the kitchen and wiped it down as best I could without getting my huge bandage wet.
At the hospital, my bill was under my folks' insurance but the neighbors said they wanted to take care of it and they did. They told me later that they found blood all over the place, I'd left quite a trail going from the kitchen to the family room, out the back door....I thought I'd gotten it all but missed a lot too. I was still feeling very foggy tho. When I went to the Dr. later to get the stitches out it was clear that the wound hadn't fully healed. I still have a puffy area where this happened
So, I really think that they were all suffering from extreme shock and I've always wondered if they experienced what I did, the sort of dreamlike state. If so, that explains a lot. I didn't feel pain until about 6 hours after this happened and by the next day my arm was incredibly black and blue
I really don't know how to end this thread, this is just a story about an event that happened to me and I've often wondered if this is sort of what they experienced.