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Southern Illinois: I guess they couldn’t kill me at the time, too much info out in the open. They kept me in an empty pantry room, in the kitchen. There were three of them, and looked to be in their twenties.
I had a bucket to go in, and another for water. Not sure how long I’d been kept there. They would throw bodies of Babies in there. I don’t remember eating any of them, but I must have, ’cause later, I remember a man asking me how many I’d eaten.
I do remember one, it was still alive, wrapped in a blanket. I gave it water, held it, but it passed away.
Sometimes I could hear two of them leave. There was always at least one left to guard me. I got friendly with one of them, and it wasn’t long before he’d let me sit at the table and eat real food. But only when the other two were gone.
After a week or so, he’d gotten pretty relaxed around me. I was washing up my plate, and grabbed a butcher knife. I got him a few times in the chest. He wore a gunbelt with a revolver in the holster. I put it on, grabbed his cap, and put his body in the pantry room.
I knew the other two would be back soon, so I sat in an upholstered chair, with my back to the front door.
They came in, said something, and I raised my hand in reply. All they could see was the ball cap, and I had the pistol in lap. I let the first one get a little past the chair, then shot him in the back, while still sitting. Then I spun around and pointed the gun at him, as his was raising up towards me. I remember, for a split second thinking he had me. I shot him in the chest, just a second before he fired. He missed.
Years later, 2013, I was watching tv, and I commented about something on the tv, when my 16 year old Daughter, out of the blue, says, “Dad, you eat babies!”
This shocked me to the core, and although I tried to get her to tell me why she would say such a thing, and where she’d heard that, she stubbornly, remained silent.
Someone apparently had been schooling her on my past, but only the parts that put me in a bad light.

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