From: Sheila
To: Officer MacDonald
Date: Friday August 11, 2017 10:30pm
Subject: My statement/confession
Officer, I give you permission to forward this statement to whatever state or federal authorities need to see it. Although It's late on a Friday night, I am not under the influence of alcohol or drugs as I write or send it. I accept whatever legal consequences there may be for my actions, and ask only that others, including your ex-wife be similarly held to account for theirs.
Over the course of this summer, my sister Bryanne and I have been subjected to non-stop physical and emotional harassment by your ex Sherry, her sister Reina, and their cousin Gloria. This harassment began when Sherry attempted to initiate a sexual encounter with my husband Peter, and I discovered it. Peter and I have since initiated divorce proceedings.
After a series of physical confrontations between us, I became aware of a scheme by Sherry, Reina, and Gloria to jump me at some point last weekend. In order to avoid this trap, I challenged the "ring leader" of the plot, Gloria, to drive up to northern Minnesota with me, to a lake house without phone, WiFi, or cell reception, and settle our differences between herself and me, alone. The request worked, as Gloria accepted, and got in my car.
During the drive, as we crossed the border from civilization to wilderness, our conversation got more confrontational. Gloria confessed that the 3 New York women had commenced a scheme to have Peter embezzle collection basket cash from his Church every Sunday. Since attendance is suppressed on summer Sunday's, the scheme had already successfully stolen tens of thousands of dollars, likely undetected by the church. (You will find that It's a large, generous, trusting church.)
But the final part of the scheme was to strand me in the Minnesota wilderness, and for Pete to turn over my share of his threee-million-dollar-plus divorce settlement in exchange for sex with Sherry. I do not know how much sex she was anticipating allowing him in return for this amount. The 3 women were planning on splitting the proceeds a million each.
As Gloria finished this story, she attacked me in our moving vehicle. I lack perfect memory of the struggle which ensued, but recall profuse hairpulling, biting, and scratching. Those were pretty much the only tactics available in the small enclosed car. I managed to safely pull over the vehicle. In my anger and rage for revenge at the women for their plot, I overcame my fear and subdued Gloria. I tied her up in her own clothes, and completed the drive to the Lake house. I found the key where my sister's ex's family hides it, went in and ate and washed up, and forced the tied-up Gloria into a root cellar under the house.
I waited, hoping for Sherry to be driving up close on the heels of Gloria. My intention was to force Sherry into the same root cellar, and call the authorities from the nearest town.
Instead, 2 days went by. And when someone came, it was my sister's ex Jack, concerned for the property after learning from Bryanne of Gloria and my plan to use it as a fight venue. I showed him the naked, bound, subdued Gloria in the root cellar. I asked him to "watch" her until Sherry's arrival. He may have taken liberties with her during the next 2-3 days in the root cellar with her. Please go easy punishing him--I would not have allowed him to leave if he had tried. He was not an accomplice with me; he was my prisoner.
Finally, on Friday, the cowardly Sherry arrived, bringing her sister Reina. They had earlier in the summer battered me severely in a 2on1 fight. I knew I needed to keep them separated. I did not let them know Sherry and Jack were alive under the house. I instead implied they were in the lake, or at least the Gloria was, still alive and trapped under a large, sturdy dock in the middle of the lake. I asked Sherry if she would like to join me in a pair of kayaks and paddle out to the dock to see Gloria.
Sherry and Reina were hesitant, but knew they had few options. They also knew their best chance at this point was to reunite with Gloria, obviously the ring leader of the most aggressive part of the plot.
Sherry also had a desire to physically fight me at this point, as I did her. Even as I write this, there is nothing I would rather be doing than pulling her hair and punching her in the face for disrupting my life permanently the way she has.
Sherry got in a kayak, and I got in the other. We warily paddled out to the dock. Reina watched us from the shore. I half expected to start fighting in the kayaks, trying to each overturn the other into the lake. We somehow made it to the ladder to the dock and boarded. Sherry can see and feel that underneath the dock there was space and air enough to trap someone. We knew without needing to say anything that in the next 2 minutes, we were going to begin fighting to see which of the 2 of us would be a prisoner there. We were both shaking.
She asked if Gloria, or Gloria's body, was under there now. I was non-committal. Give her something to think about during our imminet fight, i figured.
Sherry yelled to Reina, still on shore, to open the trunk to their car, get the spare tire, separate the tire from the wheel, and use the tire as a raft to make her way to the dock. If Reina could get to the dock before I neutralized Sherry, they would have me 2on1, in a confined space, and I would be at their mercy.
So, as Reina, ran to their car and began constructing her tire raft, I wasted no time commencing my duel with Sherry, my prime enemy. We fought with the kayak oars, swinging wildly at each others heads and spearing each other in the bodies. In our wildness, the kayak oars were soon in the water, and we were in a vicious hairpulling catball on thed dock. Our battle went back and forth. Reina had her tire raft built in a few minutes. She started slowly paddling out to us.
I was desperately afraid. I knew the 2 sisters would not hesitate to drown me if they had the chance.
With Reina less than 10 feet from the dock, I got Sherry under me and punched her lights out. It took over 20 punched to subdue her.
Reina jumped on the dock. I was exhausted from fighting, she from paddling. This fight would be even more vicious, I realized, as Reina had fallen for my sister Bryanne during the course of the summer. We were rivals for Bryanne's affections, and fought as only 2 rivals would, with hairpulling and breast mauling. Neither of us gave a thought to defending ourselves, just to injuring the other. Of all the fights which occurred this summer, this final one was the most primal. I have never been in such a vicious, long fight as the one i had with Reina. I have deep gashes on my chest which Reina caused with just her nails. They look like I was actually stabbed with a knife, but I wasn't.
I don't know how, but I prevailed.
I put the two defeated sisters on the tire raft, and towed them to the house. Jack helped me bind them, and put them in the root cellar. You will find the 3 of them there. They should be alive, although possibly dehydrated.
Jack and I drove back, making sure Bryanne is ok. I'm with her now.
After hitting send on this email, I am calling 911 to report they are trapped there.
If they ask me for a statement, i will print this email.
Sheila
THE END
