He's Finally Dead!

This is probably going to be one of my last posts on this blog, as the very subject of it has been found yesterday.

For anyone who’s new to this, I’ll start from the beginning: eleven weeks ago a boy was sent to the hospital after an accident left him burned like a piece of bacon. The interesting thing is that his mother, as she would’ve confessed later, neglected him for his whole childhood, and conveniently ignored his violent behavior against small animals and younger kids from his school. However, the young boy found himself in a bad situation when he moved to a whole new neighborhood, where nobody knew a thing about him. The tables had turned and now he was at the bottom of the food chain.

His younger brother, as soon as would've recovered from his attempted murder, would've confessed to the police that the eldest had began telling himself that he was the real victim. Can you imagine? Karma comes to him and he says he’s a victim?

Regardless, he began picking fights, which he always lost, and one time even stabbed some kids. Afterwards, the kids got their revenge by disfiguring him and sending him to the hospital.

This is where the boy becomes famous: some days after he woke up in the hospital, he ran away and went to his own house, where he murdered his parents and attempted to murder his brother.

Here’s an extract of article from that day:

''He took a kitchen knife and went for their hearts: this is how a sixteen year old murdered his parents in their sleep. […] The killer’s younger brother, 13, was not able to give a detailed description of what happened, but he noticed that blood was dripping from his mouth. He explained that some of it fell on his face as the brother sat on his stomach and slowly made incisions in his arms, before being interrupted by a neighbor who had heard the parents’ screams. The young boy is now under the care of his uncle Richard Woods, 42 years old.''

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The killer’s position is currently unknown as a team of experts are trying to analyze his behavior with the help of some witnesses.

Pretty crazy, right? Well, it gets worse. He killed his bullies one day later, all of them in their sleep, then he went on and threw acid on a girl who rejected him some months before. After that, he disappeared until exactly a week later, when he murdered a family who, as far as it’s known, he had no connection to whatsoever. This time a witness saw him running away from the scene and said he was wearing white makeup on his face, “making him look like Marilyn Manson”. He was then seen two days later at a supermarket, where he bought white bread and cheap ham. The cashier, who called the police as soon as he left, described him as “scrawny, dirty, very smelly. His hair was all greasy and his hands looked like raw bacon”. The agents didn’t make it in time, as he was already gone when they arrived.

Exactly one week after the last murder he slaughtered another family, this time in a different neighborhood. The modus operandi and the victim type were the same (knife to the heart of the parents, torture of the children) but the forensic psychologists working on the case were surprised to see that his safe zone was not what they thought it was.

The next murder was in a different zone again, but this time he stole money from the victims’ wallets, which he would’ve used later to buy food and makeup.

The rest of the story is known: the FBI is looking for him, fangirls make art for him and try to get him to "visit" their houses, a murder every week in a different zone, until today, eleven weeks from when he killed his own family.

The boy was found under a tree, curled up in a ball like a child, eyes wide open. The autopsy determined that he died because of a stroke, which was revealed to have been caused by a frequent usage of a combination of cocaine and alcohol, which had become a habit for him in the last months, according to a further analysis.

The coroner noted that he was severely malnourished and that he had various injuries, such as the famous ones on the face and neck from the bleach and on the left arm from the burns (the ones that his bullies did to him, in case you didn’t know already), a dog bite on his right leg that miraculously didn’t get infected, possibly due to a moment of sanity from the boy during which he treated the wound, and obviously the famous Glasgow smile that he inflicted on himself.

This one deserves a special mention: not only the cut is freakishly neat on both sides, it was starting to get infected and yet he refused to treat it or even let it heal. This could possibly explain the quantity of drugs he took while on the run.

Some of these informations were not available to the public, but I managed to contact one of the pathologist’s assistants and not only she told me all the gruesome details (after a good hour of begging from my side), she also added that the stench was terrible, and that he probably hadn’t washed his shoulder-length black hair since he ran away, making it look like a bird nest.

Anyway, this is the end of the summary. Go read my previous posts if you want more details. I will keep releasing any info I can get on, I promise :)

Anyway, I’m glad this is the end of Jeffrey Woods. I hope you can all sleep peacefully now, and that some weird fan of his doesn’t get any bad idea.