Earl Mildred

Bob McDonald

Smith Johnson

Ryan Swayze

Patrick Jameson

Ronnie Stewart

Rebecca Grand

Jake Govens

Ben Frank

and many more.

Blanche (Third Wife - deceased)

Gwendolyn Jr. (daughter - deceased)

Earl Jr. (son - deceased)

### This page is structured different than the other pages. This page was typed personally by Earl Mildred himself, detailing his own personal story but only what he feels comfortable saying.

Ay uh don't know exactly how ta type on this here here devil device but ay will type some av my life.  Ay done won't let them take me without letting some av yall know my life.

ay were ayy singuurr at one tahm in my life.  Ay were getting real famous too, but then, at ayy local bar during one ov my shows, ay done looked down in the crowd ayn' done saw ayy pauurr ov eyes that there would follow me faw the rest ov my days: that there were gwendolyn.  She were just it faw me.  She done made all my dreams reality.  Done made me wanna actually sing about something.  Ay done looked into huurr eyes ayn' ay done saw ayy future ay done had nevuurr planned, nevuurr done knew were possible faw ayy man like me.  Ay nevuurr done knew true love till huurr ayn' ay would nevuurr know it aftuurr huurr.  Gwennie ayn' ay was so awful happy togithuurr.  Ay done walked thay ...err straaheet ayn' narrow faw huurr ayn' put my wild days behaand me ayn' done got ayy job at thay ...err local factawy.  Soon aftuurr we married we done had our two wonderful younguns.  Ay done thought we was a-doin' just awful fine, but gwennie were ayy whowwl lot smartuurr than me, ayn' ay think that there were huurr downfall.  Ay know she done loved me, ay could see it in huurr actions: the way she would pik me up gifts, fix my clothes in the mawning, watch tv togither, how she would teach me how ta read properly since she done knew my mowthuurr nevuurr taught me.  but ay don't think ay were enough faw huurr.  ay think she done wanted me ta fill thay ...uhh part ov huurr that there were broken, but ayy human aint glue.  ayn' naw mattuurr how awful hard ay done tried ta be thay ...uhh best glue ay could be, ay couldn't meld huurr bak togithuurr.

she done started researching stuff, ay couldn’t make sense ov it all, ov all the papers she done had strewn about the rooms.  Ay couldn’t playn read some av it, but others just done made naw sense.  All these papers done talked about demons ayn' devils! but there was naw such thing.  She done kept acting this here way aftuurr she done bought that there dang vase.  She done said she were just drawn ta it, like it were calling faw huurr.  Ay just done told huurr she were overstressed with thay ...uhh younguns ayn' done told huurr ta relax, ay done took ayy few days off wawk ayn' done took care av thay ...uhh younguns ayn' let huurr rest ayn' do whatevuurr she done wanted, but that there were when she done started that there research stuff ay were a-talkin' about.  She didn’t menshun much about it at ferst ta me, but at naheet ay would catch huurr out av bed, scribbling on all huurr notes, ayn' what done sounded like a-talkin' ta someone.  Thay ...err younguns done started noticing aftuurr that there.  They done said that there gwennie wasn’t a-takin' them ta school naw mawe.  That there they didn’t need-ta wawry about it any longuurr.  Thay ...err younguns trembled as they done told me, theuurr eyes darting side-to-side, sceered that there gwennie would her them.  Ay done took them ta stay at my ma’s house whahl ay done tried ta calm gwennie.  Little done ay know that there ay were too awful late.

when ay done got bak ta the house, a-writin' were all ovuurr the walls, ay may nahwt be able ta read that there whel but it certainly wasn’t engleysh on the walls.  Ay done went up ayn' done touched thay ...uhh awful red letters, ayn' done found thay ...uhh wet paint on my fingers.  Though this here wasn’t paint at all—it were blood.  Ay done kept yelling faw gwennie aftuurr that there.  Ay dashed through all thay ...uhh rooms av our tiny little house when ay suddenly done heard thay ...uhh melody av one av my awful old songs—the sawng ay done played when ay ferst done laid eyes on gwennie.  Ay slowly done made my way ta thay ...uhh room, a-hopin', praying that there maybe my gwennie were bak.  But naw one were there; thay ...uhh only thing in thay ...uhh roawum were ayy pentagram cercle in thay ...uhh middle ov thay ...uhh floaw, stretching wall ta wall, it vibrated with power, with evil.  Ay done started ta turn around, terrified, when suddenly ay were struk ovuurr the head with something, ay still dont know what hit me.

ay don’t know how awful long it were till ay woke up but it were too awful long.  My vision blurry, ay could see three figures in front ov me, two a-layin' down at the sides ov the pentagram, ayn' one kneeling in the middle.  Ay done stood up as my vision focused, but when ay done saw thay ...uhh awful clear picture ay done fell bak down ta my knees.  Gwennie done got the younguns.  She-she done got the younguns ayn' she sacrificed them.  She murdered our children! ay done looked at huurr in the middle av the pentagram ayn' she were a-smilin', a-smilin' like she were at me that there ferst naheet we met.  But those there eyes—those weren’t thay ...uhh eyes ay done knew.  Ayn' then she stabbed her.  Ay don’t know what demon aw devil she in service too, but ay know it done took huurr ovuurr.  That there wasn’t my gwennie, she nevuurr would have done it willingly.  She always done needed something else, ay think that’s why she didn’t get rid ov that there stupid vase soonuurr.  She done wanted ta discovuurr something, contayn something, little done she know it would contayn huurr.

thay ...err cops done came ayn' arrested me.  Turns out that there demon aw whatevuurr done had gwennie setting me up as whel.  She were faking bruises with huurr friends, insinuating that there we was a-havin' awful difficult times, a-leavin' notes asking faw help.  It were ayy awful clear cut case ta thay ...err police: abusive husband done went crazy ayn' murdered his kinfolk.  Ay escaped the a-holdin' jail the ferst naheet aftuurr ay done heard the “evidence”.  Ay been on thay ...err run evuurr since.

i’ve taken many othuurr names since then in awduurr ta live.  Ay met ayy few othuurr women alawng the way that there ay done loved as whel, but that there demon still follows me.  It hurts them.  Ay done thought thay ...err second were just ayy coincidence, that’s on me.  But aftuurr what done happened ta blanche i-.  Ay couldn’t take anymawe chances.  Sometimes ay think maybe gwennie is ayy part av that there demon now, maybe that’s why all my wives get murdered yet i’m somehow still here.  Ay don’t know maybe that’s wishful a-thinkin'.

so here ay am now, squatting in randawum playes, digging in garbage cans faw food, just a-tryin' ta live aw outrun that there demon.  Ay know a-hearin' all this here y'all probably think ay have regreds marrying gwennie—but ay don’t.  Ay done loved gwennie, ay still do ayn' ay always will.  She were the laheet ov my life, the reason ay live, she is still the reason ay live.

ay miss huurr ever'day

### We have taken the time to try and translate some of Earl's story:

**I** **uh don't know exactly how to type on this here devil device but i will type some of my life. I won't let them take me without letting some of yall know my life.**

**I was a singer at one time in my life. I was getting real famous too, but then, at a local bar during one of my shows, I looked down in the crowd and saw a pair of eyes that would follow me for the rest of my days: That was Gwendolyn. She was just it for me. She made all my dreams reality. Made me wanna actually sing about something. I looked into her eyes and I saw a future I had never planned, never knew was possible for a man like me. I never knew true love till her and I would never know it after her. Gwennie and I were so happy together. I walked the straight and narrow for her and put my wild days behind me and got a job at the local factory. Soon after we married we had our two wonderful kids. I thought we were doing just fine, but Gwennie was a whole lot smarter than me, and I think that was her downfall. I know she loved me, I could see it in her actions: the way she would pick me up gifts, fix my clothes in the morning, watch TV together, how she would teach me how to read properly since she knew my mother never taught me. but I don't think I was enough for her. i think she wanted me to fill the part of her that was broken, but a human aint glue. and no matter how hard I tried to be the best glue I could be, I couldn't meld her back together.**

**She started researching stuff, I couldn’t make sense of it all, of all the papers she had strewn about the rooms. I couldn’t plain read some of it, but others just made no sense. All these papers talked about demons and devils! But there were no such thing. She kept acting this way after she bought that dang vase. She said she was just drawn to it, like it was calling for her. I just told her she was overstressed with the kids and told her to relax, I took a few days off work and took care of the kids and let her rest and do whatever she wanted, but that was when she started that research stuff I was talking about. She didn’t mention much about it at first to me, but at night I would catch her out of bed, scribbling on all her notes, and what sounded like talking to someone. The kids started noticing after that. They said that Gwennie wasn’t taking them to school no more. That they didn’t need to worry about it any longer. The kids trembled as they told me, their eyes darting side-to-side, scared that Gwennie would hear them. I took them to stay at my Ma’s house while I tried to calm Gwennie. Little did I know that I was too late.**

**When I got back to the house, writing was all over the walls, I may not be able to read that well but it certainly wasn’t English on the walls. I went up and touched the red letters, and found the wet paint on my fingers. Though this wasn’t paint at all—it was blood. I kept yelling for Gwennie after that. I dashed through all the rooms of our tiny little house when I suddenly heard the melody of one of my old songs—the song I played when I first laid eyes on Gwennie. I slowly made my way to the room, hoping, praying that maybe my Gwennie was back. But no one was there; the only thing in the room was a pentagram circle in the middle of the floor, stretching wall to wall, it vibrated with power, with evil. I started to turn around, terrified, when suddenly I was struck over the head with something, I still dont know what hit me.**

**I don’t know how long it was till I woke up but it was too long. My vision blurry, I could see three figures in front of me, two laying down at the sides of the pentagram, and one kneeling in the middle. I stood up As my vision focused, but when I saw the clear picture I fell back down to my knees. Gwennie got the kids. She-She got the kids and she sacrificed them. She murdered our children! I looked at her in the middle of the pentagram and she was smiling, smiling like she was at me that first night we met. But those eyes—those weren’t the eyes I knew. And then she stabbed herself. I don’t know what demon or devil she in service too, but I know it took her over. That wasn’t my Gwennie, she never would have done it willingly. She always needed something else, I think that’s why she didn’t get rid of that stupid vase sooner. She wanted to discover something, contain something, little did she know it would contain her.**

**The cops came and arrested me. Turns out that demon or whatever had Gwennie setting me up as well. She was faking bruises with her friends, insinuating that we were having difficult times, leaving notes asking for help. It was a clear cut case to the police: Abusive husband went crazy and murdered his family. I escaped the holding jail the first night after I heard the “evidence”. I been on the run ever since.**

**I’ve taken many other names since then in order to live. I met a few other women along the way that I loved as well, but that demon still follows me. It hurts them. I thought the second was just a coincidence, that’s on me. But after what happened to Blanche I-. I couldn’t take anymore chances. Sometimes I think maybe Gwennie is a part of that demon now, maybe that’s why all my wives get murdered yet I’m somehow still here. I don’t know maybe that’s wishful thinking.**

**So here I am now, squatting in random places, digging in garbage cans for food, just trying to live or outrun that demon. I know hearing all this you probably think I have regrets marrying Gwennie—but I don’t. I loved Gwennie, I still do and I always will. She was the light of my life, the reason I live, she is still the reason I live.**

**I miss her everyday.**