FINAL WORDS & TESTIMONY


    I’m not crazy, and I don’t understand why everyone keeps telling me I am. I might’ve wigged out, sure. . . or gone a slight bit off my rocker. Yeah, I did some things I can’t justify. After all, who wouldn''t have lost it, at least a little, after what I’d seen? My actions are all on record.


    Buggy, wack. . . David Dyson’s a real quack. That, I’ll concede to. But fully, murderously crazy? Like, ‘kill your brother in cold blood’ type crazy?


    Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    No.


    Despite what the newscasters preach, I will maintain my sanity at least. I was fully and utterly sane, and his death was an accident.


    I didn’t kill him. That’s the truth. And you know what? I dare you to dig into the story yourself and prove me wrong.


    You can’t.


    Transcript recovered:


    Suspect: Dyson, David. Male. Age 33. Unemployed. Alumni, MSM, 1982-1988. Time of death: 2:37 am, Sat. Oct. 31, 1989.


    Certified Police record, Copyright NYPD.


    Inmate status at time of death: Unreleased.