Warning, this is an extremely graphic account of animal cruelty.

If you're sensitive to that subject manner, please do not watch.

In Luke Woodham's journal, he wrote, quote,

On Saturday of last week I made my first kill the date was

April 2nd 1997 about 4.30 p.m. the victim was a loved one. My dear dog, Sparkle. Me and an accomplice had been beating the

bitch for a while and last Tuesday I took a day off from school just because I didn't want

to go. My friend came over and we beat the dog. In the process of doing so we heard her leg. Later in the week, about Thursday, I'd say, my brother said she was limping.

He suggested we take the dog to the vet, but I talked him out of it saying that she probably

stepped on something hard, that she would be okay in a day or two.

Saturday my brother brings up the vet again

but said he didn't have the time to do it today

but would do it next week.

I was afraid the vet would notice all of the bruises on the dog and I would get in trouble.

So I called my accomplice and he came over at 2 o'clock.

We beat the dog, tied her up in a plastic garbage bag, put that bag in another bag.

We put the subdued little pooch in an old book bag and went to some woods.

When we got to the woods I took out a Billy club.

I handed it to my accomplice. He ran and hit the bagged dog with it. I will never forget the

howl she made. It sounded almost human. We laughed and hit her hard. I picked up the book bag which was now soaked in her blood

and drug her across the ground dropped into the woods. A hole developed in the bag and the dog stuck

her head out, fully engulfed in flames.

We put more on her, and more and more and more.

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