Dear God,

My name is Alexia Trivers, and am here to talk to you about a ghost kid named Thomas Bipler who I’ve met. He once came to approach me in my home, and I saw him as a kid ghost. He keeps advising me to approach me, but am afraid to. I turn on the TV and see that the police are ready to execute a man who has killed hundreds of children including Thomas Bipler. I was cooking myself dinner while watching the news. Thomas Bipler himself came to me and showed me that this is the killer who murdered him in the nighttime. I ask him why are you still here when you should be up at Heaven, and he tells me he’s frighten of this monster. He also says that he was frighten of him, but no longer is, but feels sadness for his parents. I think this is normal, since a grown man has killed him and raped him for pleasure behind the bushes of his neighbor’s home, once I’ve read the newspaper yesterday of it. We sat down, and talked, but he tells me to shut off the TV, because the news he is watching is disturbing him. Why I ask.  He says even if this monster deserves it, he didn’t want to witness it, and then he tells me of how this serial killer Adam Ednar killed him. I turned off the TV. He tells me that the killer touched him sexually for pleasure, sliced his neck, and then cut him into little pieces. He has a memory of how his killer is about to be executed. He told me that they are going to send him a priest to pray for him, and then they will execute him. I tell Thomas how old was he when he was murdered, and said he was ten years old. I started crying, but he tells me not to, because he is in a better place with God, and Jesus. But, you’re just a little boy who was starting your own life, I tell him. I know, he says. He tells me, that the reason these monsters murder innocent people is because they come from broken homes, and in most cases they do it out of hatred and for fun. I hate people who just love to hate all things or certain things, he tells me. I started to agree with him. I tell him they don’t know any better, and they don’t want to understand, which they do completely. He agrees with me on this point. I turned on the TV and then the serial killer was pronounced dead at 6:54 p.m. of October 5, 1985. The boy is waving bye at me, but I tell him not to go just yet. He tells me he has to, because he witnessed the right justice has been placed, and so I understood him. I tell him that I love him, even if I didn’t know him. He tells me I love you, too, and then disappears into the stairs of Heaven. He gave me an advice to understand this caring, silly, safe, and dangerous world, and simply to think that we are in a happier world, then some are. I am glad he is in a great place, as soon as I will be one day.

Sincerely yours,

Alexia Trivers