C H A P T E R 9 I N E:
After abandoning the slashed and hacked body of victim #3, and venturing onto some old backroads, feeling the spring breeze blow through his hair. He knew the end of all struggles that he had been afflicted with, he knew the end was near. He made his way, by way of a maze of country roads that would, one way or another, lead him to Innsdale, Ohio- completing the puzzle of manic obsession. The inability to put someting behind him and move forward. Maybe his mind really had become, as he wrote in his journal, "a vinyl album, in the back window of an old car, on a scolding hot day". Perhaps the damage done to all of the emotions that are so very important to our existence in this life. Without the ability to love, forgive, survive, & cope- there's not much hope, no matter what the circumstances are...............
March 20th, 2000: Innsdale, Ohio/
"Today I will complete the mission of destroying those deviant and depraved men, extinguishing their filth and I realize this is disturbing to those who read this, but the silence of all the victims of these crimes of molest and abuse is deafening- so it just stays swept under the rug. I'm simply sweeping the dirt under the rug, I'm tired of waiting for justice. I'm tired of watching violent sex offenders, repeat offenders sset free to rape and kill or hurt others. It's all set up for the criminal, it's all about their >>>>>>> rights! The victims, on the other hand, sacrifice their rights, as well as their innocence- so these predators can do it again. It just seems all backwards to me. The end of the line has finally come. I know by now the cops in Lawrenceville and Montgomery- I take only myself down when I fall into the flames of purgatory. I beg you dear God, to forgive me for my sins, and pray for my soul........." Jasper R. Wallace:
Dave Waggoner was the oldest of the pedophile gang, and by now his age was showing. His balding head and reformatory guard persona, really fit him perfectly. Jasper laughed as he analyzed his prey. He just watched in amazement as Mr.Waggoner, like a clock, stopped by his favorite restaurant for coffee with a table full of his prison-guard buddies. He then stopped to get cigarettes and flirt with the cashiers, it was then off to work at the Innsdale State Reformatory. His clock out time everynight was exactly ll:00. David Waggoner was a stickler for habit, he even parked his car in the same spot at the back row of the parking lot. Jasper had figured out the schedule and after 3 days of following his luciferian enemy around Innsdale, the time had arrived..........
Weariness was setting in on Jasper, and he seemed to be slowly slipping into a dimension of blindness and despair. He didn't ever stop, even for a second, to realize the monster that he had become- even justifying his murderous binge by blaming the victims. He never stopped to see that he had become a 'serial-killer' and a more violent stalker than any of the men that had molested him as a young boy................
Joann Grissom in Sharpsville, Indiana and her description of Jasper, as well as three witnesses that spotted Jasper and his l987 Cavalier, in both Montgomery & Sharpsville, had authorities putting out All points bulletins and the search was on for Jasper R. Wallace. There was a frantic attempt to stop the rampage before it become an all out slaughter fest, but there was no list or order of men that violated and sexually assaulted Jasper Wallace. So, in short, Waggoner was not to be protected or saved at the last second like in a television show. No 'hero redemtion', no 'happy endings', just an impending homicide and another death linked to Jasper.
It was ll:00 on the dot, and once again, like clockwork- David Waggoner strolled to his car. He took off out of the huge parking lot and headed home, he wasn't alone. He made it home, it was a modular in a average-class part of Innsdale. He pulled into his driveway, inside asleep, was his wife, Debbie. As David Waggoner slipped off his shoes and unloosened his belt- a knock loudly ascended from the front door. He grouchily walked over, it was going on ll:30 and he couldn't figure out who'd stop by at this hour. He opened his door and there stood Jasper, once again, unnoticed and completely unfamiliar to his victim. "What are you thinking? Do you know what time it is"? David snapped at the stranger standing before him. "It's time for you to die _____________"! And with a lightning fast movement, Jasper stuck the claw end of a hammer into Waggoners face, kicking his body away from the door so he could finish the job as David laid there and moaned in painstaking agony. The door slammed and as Jasper began hitting David Allen Waggoner repeatedly with the hammer, Debbie Waggoner began to scream in shocking horror. While her husband lay in the fetal position, gurgling and barely whispering pleas for mercy, Jasper chased Debbie through the modular home- finally cornering her in the back bedroom. He grabbed a mirror from a dresser and ruthlessly pounded it over her head, snapping her neck. He then, in a fit of rage, disassembled the bed- taking part of the metal frame and savagely mangled her body, smashing her skull and face to the point that she was unrecognizable. In the living room, the white carpet showed the trail of blood that was leaking from David's wounds as he tried to make it to the phone. Jasper stood over him, taking the phone and with every ounce of strenth- beat the man to a pulp, stomping on his head to make sure he was dead.
He cleaned off in their bathroom, even borrowing a shirt from his victim, and he began thinking of the future and what his next step of life would be.....
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