2 8 88c 369 934 was hit by a stroke and became bedridden. Ed nursed, attended and washed her, but before the year was over she died. Ed was suddenly alone in the world. He locked up his mother's room and gave up running the farm. A garden-spot supplied him with vegetables and fruit, and in addition he often took a small-job somewhere in Plainsfield. He lived in his own world, caring about no one and no one caring about him. In his teenages Ed wanted to become a doctor, but he had to reject it. Now he developed an interest for stuffing. He ordered the necessary equipment and read everything he could find about the anatomy of animals and humans. But he couldn't stand slaughter and blood, so he never did any stuffing for the district's hunters and fishers. ÊÌSLAUGHTERHOUSEÈË The discoveries in Ed Gein's house showed that he had used his skills well. After the state-police arrived at Gein's farm, the first reporters came. One of the first, Lloyd Beining, told later É"When I arrived, the place was crawling with state-policemen and local police-officers. They looked like they all were in shock, and this were boys that were used to hunting-accidents and highway-tragedies. They stood silent in little groups and waited for the medical-experts. I asked for permission to enter the house, and one of them said "Take a look". I went in, rushed out again and throwed up. The policemen had discovered human-bones in the cellar and about 30 strawberry-jars filled with blood. Some of them were from humans, but most of them were from animals. On the first floor there were jars with kidneys, levers, bellies, guts and stuff. Everything were from humans and restored in formalin. I've got pictures of the whole thing... Next to the body of Bernice Worden, the things at the kitchen were the worst. The death-masks were bad, but in a cup on the cooker they found something they identified as a human heart..." ËÈ Under the interrogations Gein said that he "knew something". He was uncertain whether or not he had killed Bernice Worden, but he admitted that he had hung her up and "unskinned" her. On the question if he had killed the other people he answered: É"If you say so"È. ÊÌCLOSER TO YOU, MY MOTHERÈË On the bureau in Gein's bedroom laid a bracelet made of human-skin, and several skin-strips were hanging on the wall. Some lamp-shades and seats were nicely cut and sewed together - by human-skin. Two skulls were sawn off just above the eye-holes, probably used as soup-plates. In the closet hung a skin-vest belonging to a jacket and a pair of trousers. The clothes looked like they were made by deer-skin, but they were in fact made by human-skin. The vest was made by the skin of a female-chest with the breast intact. When Gein wore this macabre costume, he imagined himself that he was his mother. Wearing this and his mother's clothes he talked to his mother every night. É "We had long chats. I miss her so."È, he told, É"In moments like that I sat inside in her rocking-chair."È ÊÌGRAVE-DIGGINGÈË At the end, Gein confessed killing Mary Hogan and Bernice Worden. The other bodies he had dug up at the cemetery in the period from 1946 to 1952. He started this activity right after his mother's death. He had visited her grave day and night, and he had raved about waking her up again. He started to read the obituaries. In the little town of Plainsfield he knew everybody. When he read the name of a woman who reminded him of his mother in age and body, he went to the cemetery the night after the funeral and dug the body up. After ending the gravedigging two years later, Gein visited a cafe in Pine River to take a beer. At the cafe he met the keeper, Mary Hogan, which reminded him very much of his mother. Later that night he went back and shot her. He took the body with him to use it for "experiments". Gein claimed that he kept some body-parts and burned the rest, but the police and the psychiatrists didn't believe him. They meant that at this stage he was both necro-sexual and cannibalistic. When Gein was asked if he used the bodies for sex, he shook his head and shouted: É"No, no ! They smelled to bad !".È It would go three years before he again killed a woman. This time he forgot to clear his tracks, and the half-written receipt became his destiny. 11 years after starting ÿ