Everything seemed to be going so well in his life. He had a beautiful wife, three wonderful kids, a professional practice in law that was burgeoning and over two million dollars in a savings account. So nobody could figure out why at the age of 31 John DeWitt decided that this would be the perfect time to take his own life. The manner that he did it in was most unusual and bizarre. I'm not talking about the method in which he took his life I am talking about the circumstances that surrounded it. It was Christmas Eve 1985 and he was supposedly finishing things off at work. His wife was picking up the kids from a party.
When John's wife got home she noticed that he had left a note on the kitchen table, something that he had never done before. She walked over to the note with a degree of nervousness. She picked it up and read it. Her children watched anxiously as they sensed that something bad had happened to their father. As she read the note she smiled and told the kids everything was alright and that their father was simply working late at the office and they were to meet him out at their cabin that night.
Three hours later Mrs. DeWitt and her children arrived at their cabin. Her young son, aged 12, opened the front door eagerly to see his father. And as he stepped inside he screamed. His father had shot himself in the head. There he lay in a pool of his own blood with the family screaming all around him.
Five years later John DeWitt's son, Herbert decided to call a mystic about inquiring if he could contact his father's spirit through a seance. She said that they could try but it would cost 100 dollars upfront. Two days later Herbert was sitting in a strange apartment with a lady that likely was from Greece or Albania. Herbert expected a seance where they sat in the dark with candles and held hands. But it was not like this at all. Instead she told him to put a special pen in his hand. She then placed a piece of paper in front of him and told him to close his eyes. The mystic then told Herbert to relax and put him into sort of a hypnotic trance. She then explained that she was going to start asking questions to his father about why he took his life. She told Herbert that he should keep his hand loose and let it wander across the page with the pen tip on the paper, but also that he must relax and focus on her questions. It took a few minutes but soon his hand began to roam across the page and write down random letters. Then about twenty minutes later the page was full of scribbles.
The mystic then began to piece together the puzzle and puts the letters into words and the words into sentences. She then turned the sheet around so he could see what his father had communicated to him.
It read, "Your mother, that slut. She shot me in the head. Tell police to arrest that bitch!"