When Monster Comes out of the Closet
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When the Monster Comes Out of the Closet Westley Allan Dodd In His Own Words BY Lori Steinhorst And John Rose Copyright © 1994 by John R. Rose All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, copied or retrieved by any means whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher, except for brief quota¬tions which may be used in critical articles and reviews. Rose Publishing 3303 Ward Court NE Salem, Oregon 97305 When The Monster Comes Out of the Closet I arrived in Vancouver already planning to kill boys. I would find a way to bring them to my home, rape them, and kill them. I found a job and moved into an apartment. Unfortunately (I felt at the time) I would not be able to get a child into my apartment without the landlady seeing us. I decided I would have to find a child in an isolated area like the park along the river in Richland years earlier, or find a child in an area where I could get him into my car without attracting attention and drive to an isolated area. I got a map and drove around town trying to find areas where children might be playing without adult supervision. I found a park, it had a heavily wooded area that children liked to play in. I walked through the park, paying attention to the terrain, nearby buildings, etc. I went home and started writing down my plans for finding and isolating one or more boys. I re-read the plans, and when I didn't like something I changed it. I would run a scenario through my mind, picturing the layout of the park. Where should I approach kids, where should I avoid them? What if I saw one boy on the swings and asked if he wanted to "see something neat in the woods?" No — someone may later remember seeing a man of my description talking to the boy before his death. 1 would hide in the woods and walk the trails, hoping to come across a boy or boys already playing there. When I saw a boy or boys, I'd secretly watch them a few minutes to be sure no one else was in the area. Two boys I could handle together, but more than that and I'd have to find a way to separate them somehow. If I told a group of four to pull down their pants, I could be sure at least one would get away and be able to identify me later. I re-read my plans (my diary), and figured out a new plan. If I found a group of kids, Id ask if they wanted to see a cave I had found in the hillside. I was a boy once — I know how they love to explore things like caves. If they didn't want to see it, I'd leave. If they did, I'd explain only one person could go up the trail at a time. I would already know which one I wanted to rape, and he'd be the last one I would "show the cave to." One at a time I'd take them up the hillside. Once out of sight of the others, I'd pull a knife out of my pants and stab the child from behind, then hide the body in the bushes and go back to lead the next one to the "cave." When just one was left, he'd be raped, then killed. If I felt I had to leave the park quickly, I may just suck on his penis before killing him. If there were girls in the group, I'd kill them and rape a boy. If all I could find was girls, I would rape one of them, but I much preferred boys. Finally, I felt I had planned for every possible "emergency" that may arise. I wrote that I had had an erection 24 hours a day for the last few days (while making my plans) and the only way "to make it soft again" was to find a boy. I wrapped a long cord around my waist, under my shirt, and tucked a fishing knife (with a 6" blade) into my sock, under my pants leg, then drove to the park. After careful planning, this was the day I would finally enter the park and not leave until I had raped and killed. By this time I had become completely obsessed with the idea of raping and killing. But on that Saturday, I saw a few kids in those woods, but for one reason or other didn't approach them. In a couple groups, at least one was too old (12 or older was too old — I didn't feel comfortable even trying to kill a 12 yr. old to get him out of the way. I had to be sure I could control the kids. I was not doing this just to have the feeling of control or power, but if I was going to get away with murder I had to be able to control the situation). One boy was alone, but I had seen adults nearby just a couple minutes earlier. All day on Sunday — same problems. By Monday I was frustrated. I was eager for "my first kill," but after two days had "come up empty." I didn't really believe in Satan and had never considered joining a cult or anything like that, but I thought "it couldn't hurt — who knows?" I wrote up a "contract" with Satan and told him he could have my soul if he'd help me find boys and get away with my crimes. All morning Monday — no kids in the park. I went home for some lunch and returned. About 4 p.m., I went home. While eating dinner I was really disappointed. I hadn't found a kid I could safely approach for three days of searching and school would start the next day, making it even harder to find children alone somewhere. I HAD to give it one last try! I went back to the park and started down the main trail to the woods. A couple hundred yards in, I found two boys playing on a side trail. They were a little older than what I wanted to approach, but this may be my last chance for some time. They were better than nothing. I walked up to them and said, "Hi." They also said "Hi," then I said "I want you two to come with me." They asked why and I said "Just come with me." One of them asked "What about our bikes?" I said they'd better bring them so no one would steal them. I made sure I didn't touch the bikes, I didn't want to leave any fingerprints. I had been to jail, had been fingerprinted, one fingerprint now would positively identify me as the killer, whether there was any other evidence or not. The boys followed as I led them down the trail to the most secluded area of the park. As we walked I asked their names and ages, Billy, 10 and Cole, 11. Well, I'd just molest Billy and get out of there, Cole was too old. Because of H—, [another child] I knew that 10 year olds didn't have pubic hair, but I knew that an 11 year old might (I had molested R— when he was younger, played all those "games" with him, but I once made an attempt to molest him when he was 11, and learned he had moved back into the area and asked him to spend the weekend with me, but now he had grown some pubic hair, I didn't like it.) So I would rape Billy, the 10 year old, then kill them both. I'd kill the one I raped so he couldn't report me and because the idea of killing was just as exciting as the rape. The other would die because I couldn't leave any witnesses. Walking down the trail I warned them not to talk to two older boys I saw on another trail, the other boys were leaving the park (good!). Billy and Cole were trying to find an explanation for what was happening. "Do you want us to help you find something? Do you want to show us something?" I said "You'll see, don't worry, it's nothing bad." I was trying to keep them calm. We were not yet in an isolated area, I didn't want them to run from me here. In another area, I'd chase them, but not there, we made be seen. As we neared the area where I was going to lead them away from the trail I started becoming just as scared as I was excited. I told them to "leave your bikes here, they should be safe for a few minutes." They followed me into the trees and bushes, away from the trail. I began thinking "this is it. The point of no return. But can I really kill? Td never come this close to killing before." I said "OK, here should be a good spot. Before I tell you why I brought you here, I have to know you trust me." I pulled out the cord from under my shirt and told the boys to put their hands behind their backs. I think they asked why (I don't remember for sure).