*Based on the true life letter   written by one Albert Hamilton   Fish and sent to one Delia Budd in   the November of 1934*      Dearest   Delia, on the sixth month, 28th   year I called up on your family at   406 West 15, brought modest gifts   in form of light fare. Grace was   so sweet, glowing with such   child-like glee. Her kisses placed   on my cheek told me. I made up my   mind to consume your daughter   right then and there (Her warmth,   her laugh, her body. Her youth her   lips her skin) and so formed a   pretense of gatherings, of   affairs. Received your blessings   Delia, when asked to bring your   daughter there. She picked the   wildflowers hillside as I, I shed   attire in fear her blood ever   stained. Through picking out   posies, cold cheeks oh so rosy,   she stepped in the manor she’d   rest in. Her blood ever stained   these wood floors. She tried to   flee vainly crying out your name   when she sensed the danger upon   sighting my worn frame. Oh how did   she kick, bite and scratch but   racing hearts will calm with   convincing touches slowing acts of   human instinct ‘til all will is   gone. Still how sweet and tender   young Grace was without spirits.   Certifiably, as little more than a   summer’s week I’d feast upon her   flesh, her organs, legs, her arms,   torso and neck. Oh such sweet   Grace. Her warmth, her laugh, her   body. Her youth, her lips and her   skin. If only ‘gain. Rest assured   dear, your daughter would remain   entirely pure until the end of all   her shortened days.