*this is not original work. it is inspired by respective authors of the real story. thank you and enjoy reading*

Still no message on my phone.

I guess he was not going to call me afterall. I can't really blame him, maybe I came on a bit too fast yesterday.

I had noticed him long before he noticed me. His shiny black hair and unnatural blue eyes. I wasn't the only one watching him that's for sure. His movements were elegant in a boyish way. His smile..... his smile was something I would die for sure...

Still no messages....

I thought about calling him, maybe apologizing about going too fast yesterday. I am a coward I know, but I just couldn't bring myself to dial his number. Besides, he'd promised me that he'd contact me when he's ready.

So I'll wait. I am patient.

I know. I'll just casually stroll past his house, just to see if he's home. Maybe he's out...that explains why he couldn't call me yet.

He only lives half an hour away anyway. Maybe he's shy and us scared to call me. Silly boy. I will go to him and tell him that he don't need to be scared. That I don't mind if he needs time.

...He lives pretty secluded in a farm on the outskirts of town. I can hear the sheeps in the stable as I approach. My heart skips when I see a light burning inside. He must be there, he told me yesterday that his parents would be gone for this weekend. They left him to look after sheep for those days. Poor baby, that must be hard work. He was probably too busy to call me. I'll have to stay here until his parents come and help him in taking care of sheep....

I knock on the door, but he does not answer. Maybe he fell asleep. The thought of his beautiful face even more softened by sleep makes me smile. I tried to open the door, I was unlocked. There's hardly any crime around here, so I guess locking the door is not needed. I tried to be as quite as possible as I sneak thorough the house. I want to surprise him. I cringe at every creek the stairs made as I climb them. Finally I reached the bedroom and I carefully opened the door.

There he is lying on bed as I thought. Quietly I switched on the lamp to see his face. His blue eyes are open staring into space and his face is whole bloody mess. His cheeks have been carved, the skin mostly removed and hanging loose from the sides of his face. He's missing his fingernails, they are laid perfectly out on bed carefully arranged. On his bare chest words are carved.

I looked at him, my hands covering my mouth.

He's still the same as I left him yesterday. He must have been so tired that he slept all day. How cute! I softly kiss on his forehead, making sure I don't wake him up. Then I write another message below the one on his chest, letting him know that I am here for him if he ever needs me.

I leave the room heading back outside. I think it is the time for the sheep to go back to sleep now. Tomorrow I will introduce myself to his parents. I am so excited to meet them. I am sure that they will love me too.

The end.

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Warning: contains mature content ahead. Read at ur own risk:)

As Detective Frank Geyer walked into the cellar of the Toronto house that Holmes had reportedly rented, he had an idea of what he would find. Although H. H. Holmes was on trial for insurance fraud and the murder of his business partner Benjamin Pitezel, Geyer suspected there may be more victims.

Holmes had been seen with two of Pitezel daughters before they vanished, and Geyer was on the trail of every city they had traveled to. The neighbor of this particular house recounted how Holmes had rented the property, and at one point came over to borrow a shovel, claiming he needed to dig a hole in the cellar to keep potatoes. As Geyer and a local police officer began digging, they uncovered the unimaginable: the bodies of the two young Pitezel girls.

These victims were only two of many

EARLY LIFE AND DISAPPEARANCES

Herman Webster Mudgett was born in New Hampshire in 1860. An intelligent young man, he graduated from high school at only 16 years old and soon married Clara Loveringat.

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Enrolled at the University of Michigan Medical School in Ann Arbor, rumors began that the quiet and unassuming Mudgett would steal bodies from the school lab or graves to perform his own macabre autopsies.

Eventually, Mudgett found himself in Englewood Illinois, just south of Chicago. In 1885 he sent Clara back to New Hampshire despite never divorcing her and began going by the name of Henry Howard Holmes, potentially among other aliases.

In 1886, he visited a small drugstore belonging to a Dr. Holton. The doctor was dying of cancer, and his wife was trying to keep the store going on her own. Holmes introduced himself and was quickly hired as an assistant and allowed to live upstairs. Holmes proved a valuable employee and kept the store afloat, reportedly by the patronage of many young women that enjoyed visiting the charming young man.

When Dr. Holton passed away, Holmes asked to purchase the store from the grieving Mrs. Holton. She agreed under the condition that he would continue to live upstairs. He agreed, but soon quit paying the rent he owed. Mrs. Holton pursued legal action for the money she was owed, but strangely, she disappeared. Holmes told those who questioned that she had moved to California.

Holmes met and married Myrta Belknap, who began working in the store. She was unaware that Holmes was still married but noticed his interest in other women. She chose to leave him and move in with her parents, despite being pregnant with their daughter. Upon their daughter being born, Holmes supported them from afar.

BUILDING THE “MURDER CASTLE”

With the success of his drugstore, H. H. Holmes decided to purchase the lot across the street and design and build the castle of his dreams. The first floor would contain upscale shops. The second floor would contain apartments. The basement and third floor he could use as he desired.

Holmes became very involved in the construction process. He ensured that no one stayed on the job for more than a week. He would criticize the crew’s work and fire them, refusing to pay until they gave up and left. This ensured that no one knew the exact floor plan or features of his new castle.

In May 1890, construction was complete, and he began to lease out the stores on the first floor. No one suspected the features that he built on the floors out of sight.

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Reportedly, The “Murder Castle” contained 71 bedrooms with hallways and closets connecting them. The rooms were soundproof and equipped with gas pipes. The bedroom doors could only be locked from the outside. The halls and stairs were a maze with trap doors, sliding panels, stairs that didn’t lead anywhere, and “laundry” chutes that dropped into the basement.

Holmes’ private office on the third floor had a large walk-in vault and a massive stove, in addition to the gas controls that led to the bedrooms.

In the basement was an acid tank, a pit of quicklime that would be used for decaying corpses, a dissection table and crematorium.

DISAPPEARANCES CONTINUE

Holmes hired a manager for his jewelry store on the first floor of his property, Ned Conner. Conner brought along with him his wife Julia and their three-year-old daughter. Soon, Mrs. Conner became involved with the charming Holmes, and her and Ned divorced. He moved away leaving Julia and their daughter with Holmes.

Soon, Julia became pregnant with Holmes’ child. He convinced her to let him perform an abortion. She and her daughter were never seen alive again.Not long after, Holmes became involved with a young Emmaline Cigrand, who disappeared soon after. Rumors say she wound up locked in his private vault.

CHICAGO WORLD FAIR

In 1893, the Chicago World Fair brought a huge influx of tourists right into Holmes’ neighborhood. Reportedly, he rented out his rooms for these visitors. The unsuspecting could then be killed in their sleep by the simple flip of a switch, flooding their rooms with gas. The bodies could be quickly disposed of with the basement’s amenities.

Reports say there could have been up to 50 – 200 victims during this time.

INSURANCE FRAUD AND MURDER

Holmes’ approached his longtime partner Benjamin Pitezel with a new scam. Pitezel would take out a life insurance policy for $10,000, and they could fake his death and split the money. While apprehensive, Pitezel did have a wife and five children to care for and agreed to the scheme. He told his wife Carrie of the plan, and made her his beneficiary, reassuring that reports of his death would be a part of the plan, he would stay safe.

Holmes’ ended up serving a short time in St. Louis for a different fraud scheme and told a Marion Hedgepath about the life insurance scam. He offered to connect Holmes’ with a lawyer who could help, in exchange for $500 of the insurance money. Holmes’ accepted the offer.

After being released from jail, Holmes’ and Pitezel traveled to Philadelphia where Holmes’ actually murdered him rather than faking his death. To collect the insurance money, Pitezel’s body had to be identified. Carrie was ill and caring for children and sent her 15 year old daughter Alice instead.

DISAPPEARANCE OF THE PITEZEL CHILDREN

Alice identified Pitezel’s body and traveled with Holmes to a hotel, what he claimed to be a temporary arrangement requested by her mother. Holmes left Alice and went to see Carrie. She was upset that her husband and daughter had not returned, but Holmes conned her into believing that this was part of the scam and would help them maintain cover. He convinced her to allow Alice’s younger brother and sister to go back with him, then they could all meet up with Carrie in Cincinnati safe and sound.

While Alice was happy to see her siblings, Holmes quickly became frustrated with the situation and took Alice’s brother to stay with a relative he claimed. The boy disappeared.

Holmes traveled with Alice and her sister to several cities before eventually the girls disappeared as well.

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