From the Mad Butcher:
(to) Chief of Police Matowitz:
You can rest easy now, as I have come to sunny California for the winter. I felt bad operating on those people, but science must advance. I shall astound the medical profession, a man with only a D.C.
What did their lives mean in comparison to hundreds of sick and disease-twisted bodies? Just laboratory guinea pigs found on any public street. No one missed them when I failed. My last case was successful. I know now the feeling of Pasteur, Thoreau and other pioneers.
Right now I have a volunteer who will absolutely prove my theory. They call me mad and a butcher, but the truth will out.
I have failed but once here. The body has not been and never will be, but the head, minus the features, is buried on Cantruy Boulevard, between Western and Crenshaw. I feel it my duty to dispose of the bodies as I do. It is God's will not to let them suffer.
(signed) X
Son of Sam:
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 sonny boy."
I miss my pretty princess most of all. She's resting in our ladies house. But I'll she her soon.
I am the "monster" - "Bellzebub" - the "Chubby Behemouth."
I love to hunt. Prowling the streets looking for fair game - tasty meat. The wemon of Queens are z prettyist of all. I must be the water they drink. I live for the hunt - my life. Blood for Papa.
Mr. Borelli, Sir, I don't want to kill anymore no sir, no more but I must, "Honour they Father." I want to make love to the world. I love people. I don't belong on earth. Return me to yahoos. To the people of Queens, I love you. And I want to wish all of you a happy Easter. May God bless you in this life and in the next. And for now I say goobye and goodnight. Police: Let me haunt you with these words: I'll be back!I'll be back! To be interrpreted as - bang, bang, bang, bang, bang - ugh!!
Your in murder Mr. Monster
Son of Sam:
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 the 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 in these cracks and feed on the dried blood of the dead that has seeped into these 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 foget Donna Lauria and you cannot let the people forget her either. She was a very, very sweet girl but Sam's a thirsty lad and he won't let me stop killing until he gets his fill of blood.
Mr. Breslin, sir, don't think that because you haven't heard from me for a whilethat I went to sleep. No, rather, I am still here. Like a spirit roaming then ight. 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 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: "The Duke of Death" "The Wicked King Wicker" "The Twenty Two Disciples of Hell" "John 'Wheaties'- Rapist and Suffocator of Young Girls"
PS: J.B. Please inform all the detectives working on the slaying to remain.
P.S: J.B., 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 on the case a new pair of shoes if I can get up the money.
(Written on envelope)
Blood and Family Darkness and Death Absolute Depravity .44
Albert Fish:
My Dear Mrs. Budd,
In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was a famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1-3 Dollars a pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold to the Butchers to be cut up and used for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe on the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak chops or stew meat. Part of the naked boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girls behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price John staid there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys one 7 one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them-tortured them-to maketheir meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 yr old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was Cooked and eaten except head-bones and guts. He was Roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried, stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 st., near-right side. He told me so often how good Human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June 3-1928 I called on you at 406 W 15St. Brought you pot cheese-strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made my mind up to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said Yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there,I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and Called her. Then I hid in a closet unti lshe was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run downstairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick-bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms, Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her tho I could of had I wished. She died a virgin.
Zodiac:
This is the Zodiac speaking. I am the murderer of the taxi driver over by Washington St. & Maple St. last night, to prove this here is a blood stained piece of his shirt... The S.F. Police could have caught me last night if they had searched the park properly instead of holding road races with their motorcicles seeing who could make the most noise. The car drivers should have just parked their cars &sat there quietly waiting for me to come out of cover. School children make nice targets, I think I shallwipe out a school buss some morning. Just shout out the front tire & then pick off the kiddies as they come bouncing out.