Ed Mother called me failure, destined to walk my fathers path. She read and preached from pages. All the girls? She called them whores. Tried so hard to make her happy, brother Henry, my only friend. We would go over the Old Testament, then finish all our chores. Henry and I grew older, we also grew apart. He liked to bad mouth Mama, and that I took to heart. One day there was a fire, it raced across our fields. Perfect time for retribution, though I didn't have a gun, put my hands around his neck and held it 'til the job was done. They didn't even suspect, the brother that he loved, called it asphyxiation. The fire claimed his lungs. Power flooded body, the first #life that I took. Our lord and savior would forgive me, said it right there in that book. #intheireyes I wrote this in the eyes of Ed Gein, notorious serial killer. He became crazier as the years went on and after the death of his mother, who he had a weird obsession with, he started creating "crafts" and suits out of female human skin, and body parts.