M: What did you do to them? What made you kill them?
A: It was just so easy. They were all sleeping and I was… just so damn hungry!
M: Arthur, what did you do to your family?
A: I was so hungry!
At this point, Arthur was screaming and his caretaker entered the room to pull him away, ultimately ending the session. He had this crazed, scared look on his face that he could never make up for what was done. She called another man into the room, who approached Arthur and attempted to calm him down. When that didn’t work, they worked together to restrain him. He was flailing his arms all over the place, his mouth flying in every direction. He just kept screaming. “I’m so hungry! I’m so damn hungry but I don’t want to hurt anyone!” I realized we had been so close to each other from across the table, that it could have been me. It could have been me at any time.
They had found Arthur outside his van, bawling his eyes out and mumbling things to himself that they couldn’t discern. He was covered in so much blood that they thought he was hurt and on the verge of death. When they opened the van, they found bones and muscle tissue strewn throughout, the last remnants of his family. But that wasn’t the worst part.