BRUTAL BREAKDOWN : Westley Allan Dodd
What follows is Westley Allan Dodd’s journal, or “diary” as
authorities called it, presented in its entirety. Begun in
September 1989 and originally written in Dodd’s own hand around
the time of the Neer brothers’ murders, the journal was found
inside a briefcase he kept hidden beneath his bed along with a
photo album containing pictures of himself and Lee Iseli as
previously described elsewhere in this book (DRIVEN TO KILL;
Although Dodd was intelligent and articulate, the author has
opted to “clean up” the document with regard to occasional errors
in spelling and punctuation, and to present it in typewritten
form for the convenience of the reader. The document has not
been altered grammatically or otherwise changed, nor has any of
it been omitted. The dates appearing at the beginning of the
entries are the dates on which Dodd made the entries.
How it Started
September 23, 1989
On the weekend of my 9th birthday, my brothers and sister
were in the hospital having tonsils removed (July 3rd). I
stopped at my cousin Johnnies (my dad’s brother’s kid). John
also had a cousin from his mother’s side of the family. I think
his name was Mike. John was a month older than I, and Mike about
a month younger. The three of us were in John’s room getting
ready to go swimming in a 1-foot deep pool he had. John and Mike
wanted me to watch something. They both pulled down their swim
trunks, then touched their penises together. I don’t remember
what was said, but I ended up doing it with Johnny.
A few days later, at home, I remember pulling my swim trunks
to my knees and crawling on my arms around our own little
swimming pool. I remember feeling excited about it–“skinny
dipping,” I think is what they call it.
So, I had, at age 9, had one sexual experience with two
nine- year-old boys, and one sexual experience while alone.
Also, that same summer, after a bath, I remember rubbing
hand lotion over every part of my body. This gave me a warm
feeling inside. I do not recall having an erection while rubbing
lotion into my groin, crotch, and other things. (At this point I
did not know what it was called. I’d never heard any of the
terms used; i.e. dick, balls, penis, privates, secret parts,
At the end of that summer I was very upset, though I didn’t
show it, because I had to change two or three pairs of pants in
front of mom and two or three aunts to show them my new school
clothes. I didn’t like them seeing me in my underwear.
This gave me a good start on the road of sexual deviancy.
This started in July of 1970. I had just turned 9 years old, and
was preparing for the 4th grade, in Yakima.
With about a month left in the 4th grade, we moved to
Umatilla, Oregon. I was unhappy at the prospect of moving again.
It had now been three years since I completed one entire school
year at one school.
Now between 4th and 5th grade, my 10th birthday in July. At
the end of July some people moved into the empty house next door.
They had two daughters; Vauna, my age (my class at school), and
Darla, 8 or 9 years old.
One day Darla had an idea. It was something she had said
she’d done before. Kathy (my sister, four years younger than I)
and I went into Darla’s garage.
Back in the corner, Darla went first. Kathy seemed just as
interested as I was. Darla pulled up her shirt a little, then
pulled her pants, then her underpants, down to her knees. She
stayed that way for about five seconds. That was just enough for
me to ask her to do it again. I wanted to study her a little
longer–I’d never seen this before. But she said it was my turn.
I was disappointed and frustrated when Darla wouldn’t look and my
sister did. Darla said she’d seen it before on other boys. This
may explain why a lot of my future victims would be boys.
I don’t recall any other incidents until the end of my 9th
grade year, at the age of 14. I’d been teased by the girls, and
by the boys in the locker room. Later on a counselor told me I
may have been trying to “prove” I was a man. He also said that
these incidents just mentioned were normal childhood
In March or April I remember seeing a picture (no details
actually showing) in National Geographic. There were several
naked men. I “snuck” five or six peeks at that picture over
three or four days. My parents split up in June. I knew it was
coming, and was relieved. It was about this same time my deviant
As you will see, things started out as flashing, and got
progressively worse until I tried to get a boy to go into an
empty building with me three days before his 8th birthday. I
hoped he would allow me to molest him (perform oral on him and
crotch fuck him), but was prepared for a forced rape.
Fortunately, he knew something was up. I was found innocent of
the charge against me, but was offered access to whom I believe
is the best counselor in this type of business, and have had no
problems since June 13, 1977.
It’s quite simple. The junior high I went to was three
blocks from home, and let out fifteen minutes before the grade
school, one block from home.
Mom and dad both worked. My brother and sister got home
about ten to fifteen minutes after the grade school kids walked
by our house.
So, at home alone, I’d yell “HEY” as younger kids, mostly
8-10 year olds, walked by. They’d look up and see me exposing
myself from an upstairs bedroom window.
This happened eight or nine times over about a three month
period. I flashed just one boy, or groups of up to five or six
kids, if most in the group were boys. I never flashed just
girls– only when they were with a group of good-looking boys
between 7 and 10 years old.
One day I flashed a single boy and he just stared as he
slowly walked by. I thought he liked it. That night a cop told
mom and dad someone exposed himself to a boy from this house.
Mom and dad wondered if it might be one of my friends. But that
stopped the flashing. School was almost over anyway–there
wouldn’t be any more kids walking by.
I decided to take my flashing on the road. That way, if
they told, they wouldn’t know where I lived.
Around my 15th birthday I’d ride my bike around town. As
I’d done three or four times already, I’d find a good boy or
group of boys, then ride around the block. I’d pull my cock and
balls out through my fly and hide them by pulling down my
T-shirt. When I returned to the boy(s) I’d pull up the shirt and
say, “HEY!”– exposing myself. This happened eight or nine
On one occasion there were three 9-year-olds and one 4-year-
old. A couple of the older ones yelled, “Do it again!” as I
passed them. I went back and stopped. I said, “I’ll do it again
if one of you do first.” Right there on the sidewalk the
4-year-old pulled down the front of his pants. He only exposed
his groin, but wouldn’t do it again. They all said, “Now you
I took them into their yard behind some shrubs and pulled
down the front of my shorts (I wore no underwear on these trips).
I said, “Anyone want to touch it?” The 4-year-old did and said,
“Yep–it’s real!” They all laughed, and the 4-year-old and two
of the 9-year-olds agreed to meet me at a vacant field nearby
that evening so I could do it again and show them some tricks
(making it “bigger,” “bouncing” it without touching it, and
making stuff come out), and I might even teach them how to do it,
but they never showed.
That was the last time I ever flashed a kid. One had
touched me, and gave me a better feeling than just showing
myself. I now wanted to be touched, not seen.
To put this in categories, Category 1 was flashing–no
contact. I’m now moving to Category 2–them touching me.
September 26, 1989
My problem was in getting a kid to actually touch me, and
not scare them off. The answer came quickly. I found a group of
six kids (three boys, three girls) in a school playground. I
wanted to be touched badly. That want took out worries of
location, numbers, or whether they were boys or not.
I asked them if they wanted to play a game. Yes they did,
“What?” “Line up your backs to me, and I’ll put something in
your hand, and you have to guess what it is without looking.”
I gave them a rock, then an ink pen. Then I said, “I’ll
have to hold the next one so it doesn’t get broke.” I reminded
them not to look, and let each one wrap their hand around my cock
for two or three seconds (they’re all 8-9 years old).
None of them knew what it was when asked, but one boy said
he might know, but he’d try again anyway. They each tried again,
but still didn’t know. I pointed to my now-covered parts and
said, “This.” The one boy said, “Yeah–I knew it!” I asked and
the one said he’d go to a more private area and do it again, if
someone else went, even if they didn’t play again, but no one
agreed. A couple weeks later, I hadn’t found any more boys I
could approach, so I settled on three girls. I went up to them.
One, about 6 or 7, had a shirt on the ground. All were on some
swings. I asked the topless one, “Are you a boy or girl?” She
said, “Girl.” The other two were 8 or 9. One said, “He just
wants to see your kee-kaw.”
They then, upon being asked, played the same guessing game
as the previous kids. They said “yes” when I asked if they
wanted to see “it.” I said, “I will if one of you will.” All
three girls agreed the youngest would drop her pants. She
started to run. I chased and caught her. She fell to the ground
on her back. I got down on my knees, straddling her legs, and
started to unsnap her pants. She started crying, and I let her
A school janitor must have seen all this, including the
“game.” He asked if I wanted to come inside for a while and help
him. I didn’t. I thought he was going to call police. I
learned a few months later a janitor there was fired for raping a
7-year- old girl and an 8-year-old boy. (He almost had a
15-year-old boy– me!)
A few days later the youngest girl was on our doorstep with
her father. Dad came and took me to his apartment for a chat. I
gave up on getting strangers to touch me.
At this point, it didn’t matter if I had boys or girls. I
didn’t know what you could do with either one, except get them to
touch you. (I’m now about 14 or 15 years old, remember.)
Then one day some cousins were over. Among them, 9-year-old
Cindy. I played the guessing game with her. She knew what it
was, but agreed to go into a closet with me for another guessing
game! In the closet I had her hold my dick for a few
seconds, then had her pull on it as hard as she could. I had her
feel my balls. Then I had an idea! I could touch a kid, instead
of just them touching me!
I was happy when she agreed to pull her pants down as long
as I left the closet door closed so I couldn’t see her. I put my
hands on her hips. I could see her outline. I asked if I could
“touch it.” She said, “Oh God” (her favorite expression). I
put my lips against her “kee-kaw,” (the only name I knew it by,
thanks to the girls at the school), and blew on it.
A few days later we were at her house. Cindy told my sister
(10-years-old) and her 8-year-old brother, Mike, what we’d done
before, but they didn’t believe her. I said, “Let’s do it
again.” Cindy said, “Where?”
I told Cindy, “Right here, so we can show them so they’ll
believe us.” She pulled down her pants. I said, “Lay on the end
of the bed.” She did, pants around her ankles, legs bent at
knees over end of bed. I helped her spread her legs out and got
my first good, close look at a girl.
I saw that she didn’t wipe very good, as there was a crusty
film around her “kee-kaw.” I almost didn’t do it, but decided it
was that way when I did it in the dark closet too. Mike and
Kathy watched as I again blew out against Cindy’s “privates.”
Cindy then helped me talk Mike into trying it. This first
time, at age 14, I had an 8-year-old cock in my mouth. I just
blew it right back out.
Later, alone with Mike, I put a hand down the front of his
pants as I leaned over his shoulder from behind. I wanted to
know what he felt like. He made me stop or he’d “tell.” I
stopped. About this time I was questioned about some
incidents around town (flashing, and asking two or three kids to
pull down pants with no luck) by the police. This was around my
15th birthday. I missed a band trip the beginning of my
sophomore year because of this.
I didn’t do anything more until about January of 1977, at
age 15, because of my police scare. (No charges were filed,
because I was a “nice kid.” I did go to therapy for about two
months, then quit.)
I started again because I was asked to babysit a 6-year-old
boy, a 3-year-old girl, and a 1-year-old boy. I had a week to
write down what I planned to do to them all. I’d get away with
it because I’d do it around midnight to 1:00 a.m., while they
slept. I planned on licking all their butts. My counselor
had taught me the “birds & bees,” and various ways of having
“sex” (new word and ideas!) with men/women, or, men/men. Well, I
decided to try men/boys! So, I was going to suck both boys’
dicks, lick their butts, rest their hands on my privates, and
masturbate them. The 6-year-old woke up when I tried to pull
down his PJs and underwear. I couldn’t pull down the
1-year-old’s diaper, and didn’t want to remove it for fear of not
being able to get it back on and being found out by their
I decided to try my plans for the girl. I’d of course lick
her “vagina” (new word from my counselor), instead of sucking
dick, or “penis” (new word!), and continue with her butt, and her
touching me. I’d also wanted to put my dick between all three’s
legs to “simulate intercourse” (counselor).
The 3-year-old girl had no PJ bottoms as the older boy did.
All I had to do was pull up her night shirt, from a spot just
above her knees, to her stomach, exposing her belly-button. This
was very easy. I didn’t even have to first remove blankets, as I
had the boys. She was on top of the covers of her parents’ water
bed, which was plenty warm. She was lying on her back.
Having now gotten down to her panties, she was still
sleeping soundly. I slowly and carefully pulled the waist of her
panties down to her crotch.
I had been in my underwear when first entering the boys’
room, so my shirt, shoes, or pants wouldn’t make noise and wake
them. That would also make it easier to get my dick out to set
their hands on.
I now removed my underwear, and finished pulling the girl’s
panties to her ankles. Now completely naked myself, I set her
hand on my dick and wrapped her fingers around me. I left her
hand there as I felt her “vagina”; then licked it after pulling
her legs apart about four inches at the knees.
I got on the bed over her and let my stiff cock rest in her
crotch for about 30 seconds. I then dressed myself, licked her
once more, and re-dressed her. I didn’t think she woke up, but
the next afternoon, out in the yard, she tried to put her hand
down the back of my pants. I stopped her, wishing we could have
been in private when she tried it!
This incident gave me courage to go looking for boys to suck
(licking the girl wasn’t very fun). I’d now gone to the next
step up. I was preying on, or hunting for, boys who would pull
down their pants when told, without a fight. Force would not be
used. I figured if I didn’t make them do it, they wouldn’t tell.
(Interestingly and with no explanation, Dodd’s
chapter-by-chapter account abruptly ends with only a “Chapter 6”
heading. However, attached to it was a “death log” of his
actions and intended actions as they related to the Neer
brothers, Billy and Cole, with entries beginning on Saturday
evening, September 2, 1989, two days before the Neer brothers’
murders, and continuing until Tuesday, September 12, 1989. Also,
extensive plans were located in Dodd’s briefcase for carrying out
“Incident 2” and “Incident 3,” with yet another detailed “log” of
the atrocities he carried out on four-year-old victim Lee Joseph
Iseli following Lee’s abduction from a Portland, Oregon school
playground. Interestingly, and depicting his careful planning
and premeditation, the September 2 entry starts off with a
hand-drawn map of David Douglas Park and the surrounding area.)
Saturday, September 2, 1989
Located David Douglas Park and did this (an arrow points to
the hand-drawn map of the park). Ideal area–South and West
sides of park are wooded gully. Isolated areas, especially in
the east end. Within one half hour saw three together (6:10-6:40
p.m.), and nothing else. Good for R & M (rape and murder) at
sight, or K (kidnapping), R & M.
Sunday, September 3, 1989
10:40-11:00 a.m. Checked same area out. Intend to spend up
to five hours this afternoon to obtain what I want. Depending on
circumstances will R&M at sight, or may K from there, R at home,
and again depending on circumstances, will either M at home, or
take to another location and possibly R again before M. If I can
get it (note how he refers to his victim as “it,” an object and
not a person) home I’ll have more time for various types of R,
rather than just one quickie before M.
NOTE: I spent evening of 9-2-89 and morning of 9-3-89
preparing photo book #P-1. In my photo books use this key:
P-photos by other photographers, old and new, some “art.”
C-photos of children I see nude, or get them to pose for me,
but I have no sex contact with.
V-photos of children in a more than once relationship, who I
trust to keep quiet. Some of these photos may have me in
M-photos of children who I forced, or they cooperated,
either way ending in M.
In photos I just put into P-1, all were taken from a series
of books from “Life Library of Photography,” from two of the
books in that series, “The Great Themes” and “Photographing
Children.” These photos take up pages 1-11, inclusive, in book
(It is interesting to note that Dodd’s photo book, P-1, also
contained several photos of religious art works depicting, for
example, Mary, Joseph, and the Christ child, the birth of Christ,
Virgin and Child, and so forth, concluding with nude closeup
shots of Dodd’s erect penis while he was either sitting
spread-eagled in a chair or in a standing position.)
11:45 a.m. All my actions from now on will be logged
immediately following each circumstance, and those logs/stories
I’ll refer to proper photo album and page number as they exist
for those stories. I hope within four months to be using video
tape as well as Polaroids for certain cases.
11:50 a.m. Will get a cup of coffee and head out for a few
12:05 p.m. (Begin hunt) Intend to have fun today, or
tomorrow at latest, since tomorrow’s a school-closed holiday
(Labor Day). 2:00 p.m. Returned home for food/drink. (Time
for reflections on “the hunt.”)
1) Two boys–approximately 9 & 10/11. Oldest big for his
age- would have taken younger (smaller) if alone for R & M.
2) Two girls–7 & 12–would have R & M, younger if alone. 3)
4 boys–three were 7 or 8, and one about 12. If older was
not there I could have separated younger three, doing M to
first two then R & M to the last (best looking of three).
They were looking for place to go to bathroom and kept saying,
“Just go for it here.” I watched. They finally realized
there was a restroom in park.
4) One boy about 4 was wandering away from teenagers playing
ball, but never got far enough away or out of their sight,
else I would have gotten him further out of sight for
possible R, R, & M or at best R & M.
2:15 p.m. Lunch, tea to go, will be back on hunt by 2:25
p.m. 4:00 p.m. Back home. No luck. There were four boys
and two girls, but with two adult females. Three boys were good,
fourth a ways away but possible. One girl possible. If only I
could get one to three boys alone (one up to 10 years/two up to 8
or 9 years).
4:12 p.m. Better-equipped (added long shoe string and large
Ace bandage to the knife I’ve been carrying. Knife will be held
by the Ace bandage to ride better.) Ace or string also used for
tying up, or to use for choking, instead of relying on kid’s
shirt to choke (may not have a shirt & I may not want to use
knife– especially since knife would best be cleaned on their
shirt(s)). Choking may be best. Back to hunt by 4:30 p.m. (last
of day). 5:30 p.m. Gave up–went to look around Fred Meyer
(large department store). There was a 6-7 year old boy there
with some cute little shorts, and no shirt. I had an urge to
pull his shorts down right there. I went back to the park.
6:00 p.m. Started walking away from car–after 50 yards
three boys, all about 7 years old, passed me on bikes. I went
back to car for my knife. I intended to separate them, do two
M’s, and than an R & M, but they rode off again. I wonder if
they’d have stopped if I hadn’t gone back for my knife? Will try
again tomorrow. Noon to 3 or 3:30 p.m. seems best hunting, esp.
12:30- 2:00 (for a Sunday).
10:00 p.m. Dad gave me some geographics (National
Geographics) and photographer mags. I’ll now search them for
more photos to add to my “Child Porno Collection.”
Monday, September 4, 1989
9:35 a.m. Awoke three or four times last night. Seem to
have maintained a stiff erection all night. Only a boy can make
it soft again now. Now ready for my second day of the hunt.
Will start about 10:00 a.m. and take a lunch so I don’t have to
return home. Got to thinking last night I’m better off taking
them somewhere else to M them. If I leave M’d ones there, I’ll
lose hunting ground for up to two or three months; but if they
just disappear, it won’t be as bad. This is even better than
the river in Richland (Washington). (The “hunting ground” Dodd
is referring to here is David Douglas Park in Vancouver,
5:40 p.m. Got home. At park for all but two trips
totalling one half hour. Only two incidents.
1) 1:15 p.m. Two boys on bikes. I passed them, watched for
2-3 minutes and passed again. They were 9-10 years old. I
started walking away and they followed a ways behind. I finally
decided to turn and confront and separate them (they were a
little big), but they took another trail and left.
2) 4:30 p.m. Boy in red (about 7 years old) on bike passed
me. I turned to run him down but his father was a little behind
the boy and came into view as I saw the boy’s great-looking butt
on the bike seat. It was well-rounded–he would have been a
5:45 p.m. I was going to call it quits, but believe I’ll go
try once more before weekend is over.
6:10 p.m. Arrived park.
6:15 p.m. Began walking from end of trail.
6:18 p.m. Found two boys. No one else around. About
proper age, I figured.
6:19 p.m. I approached and said, “I want you two to come
with me.” Older said, “Why?” I said, “Because I told you to.
You can bring your bikes if you want.” Said that because younger
was going to leave his behind. I didn’t want someone to find it
and start looking for him. I realized they were not American
(Caucasian), but was committed. I had never liked the idea of
foreigners. They both followed me for about five minutes–to
most isolated part of park. We passed two teenagers and I warned
the boys not to talk to them.
(Approximately) 6:25 p.m. Had learned older boy was 11
years old, named Cole, and younger was 10 years old, named Billy.
Also, older than I thought but I was committed. Leaving bikes on
trail, we went a few yards into the trees and bushes. Billy kept
quiet, Cole always said, “Why?” once to each command by me. I
had them stand back to back, and tied their wrists together
tightly–binding the boys together by a 10-inch piece of cord.
They then both faced me and I knelt in front of them.
(Approximately) 6:30 p.m. I said one of them had to let me
pull down their pants and Billy quickly said, “Him.” Cole said,
“Why?” I said I wanted to suck his dick. Cole asked if it would
hurt–I said no so he said OK. I was hoping for Billy, since he
was younger and prettier, but I didn’t want him to scream nor to
cry louder than the little whines he just started. Cole agreed.
Billy was wearing jeans. Cole was wearing shorts.
I pushed Cole’s button-down colored shirt up and slid
fingers into waist of his shorts and underwear, and pulled them
to his knees. Cole almost looked Chinese. His cock was
different than any I’d seen before. I lifted it and felt his
balls. He had a fairly large sack, (biggest I’d ever molested),
but his dick was pretty short and a little thick. The head was
really pretty large, however.
I moved in and sucked to pull in blood and make him erect.
The head of his dick was just as big as the base, entire cock
about one and a quarter inch long. He was definitely the oldest
I’d ever sucked. I swirled it in my mouth a little. The entire
oral was about 40 seconds (he erected very fast!). He had a
birthmark (light brown) covering about one-third of the top of
the head on his cock. I wish I had more time to study him. I
pulled up his pants and turned to Billy. I wanted to suck him
longer than I did Cole, but when I said I wanted him to do it to
me, he started crying again. So I told Cole he had to do
something else. They both said they had to go because they were
hungry, late, and dad would be mad. I said to tell him they got
I had them kneel to their knees and pulled Cole’s pants back
down. I decided I had to cut them loose to do what I wanted, and
did. I put the rope pieces in my pocket (no evidence to be
found). Billy said he’d go tell dad Cole would be late. I said,
“You can go in a couple minutes–I’m almost done.” Billy knelt
back from his knees onto his heels (Good he couldn’t make a quick
getaway!). With Cole’s bare butt toward me, I unzipped and
pulled my jeans and underwear down in front only, and attempted
to get my cock into Cole’s crotch from the rear. I quickly gave
up–unable to get an erection (I was in too much of a hurry–must
slow down and relax next time). Cole turned to face me. I
didn’t notice if he pulled up his pants or not. I learned later
he didn’t, as you’ll see. I said, “Just one more thing,” as I
again took knife from sheath (hidden in sock under pant leg).
They were both facing me, about a foot apart, me centered in
front of them. I reached out and shoved the knife into Billy’s
gut. I thought he’d drop, but as I quickly turned to Cole before
he could react, Billy grabbed his stomach and started running.
Cole had just started to turn and rise. So I went for his gut
and caught him in the side. He may have then been dead, but kept
moving. I then got him in the chest, and the third stab struck
him, but I’m not sure where as I was rising to chase Billy. I
didn’t want him to reach a nearby busy road.
I caught him by the right arm. We were both running–I
stopped and stabbed him, I believe in the lower side, as he spun.
He said, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” as he spun around. I stabbed
him again in the left shoulder I think as he went down. I didn’t
stay to make sure he was dead this time.
I ran to where their bikes were on the trail and started
walking. I put the knife back under my pant leg. I went about
30 yards and decided to run back to make sure I hadn’t left any
evidence behind. I found Cole flat on his back, head tilted to
the left, eyes (the one I could see) still open, arms at his
side. He was covered with blood and not moving. At first I
thought something was poking out of his belly, then realized his
pants were still half way to his knees and I was looking at his
dick and balls.
He was definitely dead. That only took a second to take it
all in, and I started looking around and found no evidence. I
thought about running back to be sure Billy was dead, and decided
not to risk the extra time.
I then noticed blood on my left hand. Keeping it in my
pocket I calmly climbed to the main park, greeting an older man
and throwing a stray baseball to a couple guys on the way back to
I circled around and on the other side of the park found a
guy running down the hill. I figured he’d found Billy, since I’d
left him out on the trail. I didn’t want to leave fingerprints
on his bloody clothes, or get his blood on me trying to get him
into hidden bushes as Cole was. I had expected Billy to die
right with Cole–still hidden. It turns out lucky I didn’t go
back to check Billy, or the guy would have seen me, too. It was
about 6:45 p.m. when I got out to the main park.
My total time with the boys had been 18-20 minutes. Billy
was reported found at 6:50 p.m. by phone and 9-1-1, and taken by
helicopter to a Portland hospital at 7:37 p.m. I didn’t know for
sure he was dead until the 6:00 a.m. news on the radio the next
morning (Tuesday morning). I already knew for sure Cole was
dead. After the incident Monday I was pretty shook up. I
thought about it all day–couldn’t get picture of Cole’s body, or
Billy’s “I’m sorry” out of my mind. By the time I got home from
work on Tuesday, 9-5-89, about 4:10 p.m., I was able to
masturbate to fantasy and mind pictures of Cole, both alive and
dead and bloody. I climaxed in about three minutes. I dumped
knife, wrapped in old used manilla envelope, in garbage dumpster
at work at lunch time on Tuesday, 9-5-89.
Wednesday, September 6, 1989
Now trying to figure out a location for next hunt. Must
spend more time with boy (or girl?) before killing, and make sure
body is hidden better.
The newspaper articles on this incident are attached to the
While most of my future victims will die (in various ways),
I also hope to have some long relationships with children as well
(as with Robert and Jeremy and even Chad–though unwilling he
kept quiet). I’d like to make some child porno movies. I also
hope to get “before and after” photos of my “sex-murder” victims
as well. When crotch fucking the ones to die, I’ll clean the
kid real well before killing, and deposit my sperm in something
to remove it as “forensic evidence.” When butt fucking, I’ll use
a well-greased rubber (may fuck either way before or after they
die, depending on whether they’re bloody or not). Some of them
will also be forced to perform certain acts on me.
I think I got more of a high out of killing than molesting.
I had fantasized previously of my stomach against a boy’s back,
my arms around him, and over his arms. He is blindfolded so as
not to see the knife I’m holding to a point just below his breast
bone. My cock in his crotch or maybe his butt, I squeeze my
arms, pinning him and holding him so he can’t move as I slowly
push its blade into him, then back out, holding him or fucking
him as he dies. I also dream of sucking him erect, do a long
oral on him, then cutting off his erect cock. Then I butt fuck
him as his cock bleeds into the ground under him. If he’s still
alive after that I finish him off. Of course taking pictures
each stage of the way. Just read–you’ll see what actually
does occur. Just writing this and (reading) previous story about
my first murder makes my cock stiff. I must find it sexual.
I’ll note that The Oregonian is a morning paper and The Columbian
an afternoon paper.
The news articles will be numbered in the order they
appeared. The same number on different articles indicate they
all came from same edition of paper. #1 is two different
articles, being about the killing, then about the boys’ lives.
Police don’t even know Cole was molested–even though his pants
were down! Maybe that’s the way to go–leave no indication of a
rape?–NAW–too much I want to do would be obvious.
Friday, September 8, 1989
8:45 a.m. Yesterday’s Columbian news article had me
worried. It said that by talking to kids that were at the park
Monday (day of killing), police had an artist sketch of a man
seen at the park by several children.
Then last night three sheriff’s deputies pulled up in front
of the house where I’m renting a room. I hoped they were here
because the landlady called them after a verbal fight in which
she evicted other guy living here. I also hoped they didn’t
realize I was the one in their sketch. They weren’t interested
in me other than what I’d heard of the argument.
Landlady said later that the person they’re looking for is
“shorter and darker” than the guy she evicted. Well, I’m short,
but not dark.
Tuesday, September 12, 1989 (Eight days after the fact)
11:30 p.m. Just watched the news. Two sketches of “persons
of interest” were released by police and shown. Neither sketch
resembles me at all. There was nothing for me to worry about.
I’ll just have to stay away from the park for awhile. A kid may
see and remember me there on Sunday and Monday. I’ve not looked
at a paper since Sunday, but haven’t heard on TV or radio if
anything was found on the boys’ crotches, but I really doubt it.
In case I can’t get a news article, the FBI profile says the
killer is a man comfortable and/or trained with knives.
(The following documents were discovered by police at the
same time the preceding documents were found. Much of it relates
to the abduction, rape, and murder of 4-year-old Lee Iseli, and
was carefully written after the episode as an instrument to
further Dodd’s pleasure and to keep his “fantasies” alive.)
Planning Begun: 9/6/89
Occurred: 10/29 & 30/1989
Rough draft: to be burned after re-copied for files–info not
important to this incident omitted.
Friday, August 4, 1989
8:45 p.m. Just had a brilliant thought. I must purchase an
audio cassette recorder. That way I’ll later be able to log
exact words and reaction descriptions during a rape, molest,
operation, murder, etc. That will do until I can afford the more
expensive camcorder with sound. Kidnap victims will not be told
anything until I can do it on tape.
10:30 p.m. In surgery with live patients, whether they are
conscious or not, they’ll have to be tied down. Hands loosely
over head to keep them from coming into the way. To prevent
bouncing, tied tightly to table around chest and waist, possibly
abdomen also. Tie at knees to maintain legs at desired location,
and at ankles to keep feet down. May do surgery with or without
pain relief or sedation.
(Directly beneath that passage is a crudely drawn “torture
rack” depicting a securely- bound child, with the words “live
kids” in parentheses below it. It is chilling to note that the
torture rack had already been constructed and was found inside
Dodd’s apartment by detectives.)
Other possibilities, just for fun: Shave entire body to
make “hairless space aliens.” Hang by various body parts. Paint
them (blue maybe?). Suck-a-thon (they stop sucking before I do,
they die) or two suck each other, first one to stop dies, unless
I tell them to stop. They say caviar is fish eggs. I’ll try it
as kids’ balls (maybe). May also try a boy’s “weeny” (dick) on a
hot dog, instead of a beef or turkey frank! A lone child may be
a “sacrifice.” Or another child could help in the sacrifice (one
kid kill another).
I really don’t want to cause pain to them, unless it’s a
punishment for some reason. Therefore, butt fucking is out
unless they’re dead or unconscious (try sedating with aspirin).
Can obtain unconsciousness by keeping them awake late, then
giving several sleeping pills.
Slicing Throat. Too Messy!!!
Slow: Bleeding to death (blood could be caught in jars)
(1) Drown; (2) hang by neck; (3) plastic bag over face; (4)
strangle (with hands or rope); (5) pillow tight over face; (6)
hog- tie and tape over nose and mouth; (7) amputate privates a
little at a time until bled dead; (8) stab; (9) slice throat (too
messy!); (10) no food and/or water; (11) drugs (full bottle
sleeping pills?); (12) start experimental surgery on live,
conscious, blindfolded, tied-down victims, starting with small,
easy incision for a vasectomy, continuing back along sex line to
bladder. If still alive, lay open scrotum, remove testicles,
amputate penis and remaining scrotum. Still alive?–cut into
groin further, or slice from hole at missing privates, down to
anus. If necessary, then stab in heart.
Murder victims will be asked: “I’m not going to do it, but
if you had to die, do you want to choose how, or someone else to
choose?” They could choose stabbing, cut throat, strangling or
suffocation, or bleeding to death or starvation. Or, they could
roll dice, draw cards, or pull from a hat to determine main
method (knife, no air, or experiments to help others). Then
would roll, draw, or pull to determine how with knife (stab,
amputate), air (hang, suffocate, drown, strangle, etc.), or
surgeries to be determined with or without drugs, then roll,
draw, or pull to determine do it quick, or make ceremony as for a
sacrifice. With surgeries they could stay alive, but undergo
Monday, September 25, 1989
10:00 p.m. I bought a set of X-acto knives and tweezers
last night, giving me the necessary tools for my “exploratory
surgeries.” I’ve now asked Satan to provide me with “a 6-10 year
old boy to make love to, suck and fuck, play with, photograph,
kill, and do my exploratory surgery on.” On my legs and groin, I
wrote, “I now have needed tools for surgery.” And I took a nude
nap from 4:00-5:30, and dozing until about 6:30 this afternoon.
I now ask Satan that this boy be an easy target; meaning, due
to heat from Incident #1, I can’t do much “hunting” for fear of
being “noticed” by a “witness.”
If the conditions on the previous page are met, and I can
remain sexually satisfied, through contact, pictures, or tapes,
then I will gladly turn my soul over to Satan.
If necessary, I will meet with him, or an aide of his, to
sign a contract. I hope I will not be as frightened at my next
“meeting” with him.
Here’s my written and non-verbal request, Satan. I will
exchange my soul for a long, happy life as a pedophile, with
plenty of action, and possible contribution to the child
pornography empire; with no danger of reports to, or discovery
by, the authorities.
Signed: Westley A. Dodd
8-20-89 11:15 p.m.
8-25-89 10:45 p.m.
(The dates in this document conflict with one another. It isn’t
clear whether Dodd made his written pact with Satan on August 20,
1989 and renewed it on August 25, 1989, or whether he wrote the
dates in error. Because of his referral to “Incident #1” as
having already occurred and because of his September 25, 1989
heading, it seems likely that the August dates were written in
error. The date of the next entry, however, September 6, 1989,
resembling something of a “P.S.” to Satan, would seem to support
the accuracy of the dates beneath Dodd’s signature.)
Wednesday, September 6, 1989
Would like to remind Satan I could use some extra cash to
make things easier. Burned approximately $10 gas in set-up and
hunt for Incident #1, not to mention cost of discarding murder
weapon (replacement cost if to be used again). Must also travel
farther now (as if he needed reminding!).
Plans/Ideas Began: 9-6-89
Hunt Start: 10-29-89/10:30 a.m. End: 10-29-89/12:50 p.m.
Incident: 10-29-89/12:50 p.m. to 7:35 p.m.
Planning to Completion
Wednesday, September 6, 1989
10:00 p.m. For my first incident, knife was best choice as
my kill would have to be quick and easy for the chosen location.
Decided that this incident would have a cleaner kill–probably
choking, to have a clean body for butt fucking (penetration would
be too painful for a live child, and thus too noisy–also don’t
want to torture–just kill as painlessly as possible after use).
I want a better location for this incident, so I feel more
comfortable and can take more time for various types of sex
before killing the child. Also will be able to fuck the dead
instead of running off. Also considering to see how long a boy
can live after dick amputation.
One possibility is kidnapping–at home I’d have all the time
I need. One thing for certain is for this incident the sex will
take longer, and death will be something different than stabbing.
Friday, September 8, 1989
10:00 a.m. Decided to hold off until things from Incident
#1 cools down somewhat.
Sunday, September 17, 1989
11:00 a.m. Thinking of trying the Tri-Cities (Richland,
Kennewick, and Pasco, Washington, located in the eastern part of
the state) when money and car allows.
Monday, September 18, 1989
8:15 p.m. As in article in today’s paper, I’ve considered
kidnapping and keeping a child secretly for the sole purpose of
sex. When one gets too old, getting a fresh one and disposing of
the first, as I believe was happening in this article. He/they
would be securely locked up, or tied and gagged while I’m at
work, shopping, etc.
Friday, September 22, 1989
11:00 p.m. Looking over Vancouver/Portland area maps for
possible kidnap sites, and secondary locations to take child to
for the kill.
11:10 p.m. “Oaks Pioneer Park” in Portland appears worth
checking out ASAP. Tri-Cities, Yakima, etc., are still
Sunday, September 24, 1989
5:20 p.m. One possibility–kidnap 10-year-old, have my way
for a day or two, kill, and perform “exploratory surgery” to
study his reproduction system and practice vasectomy and
amputation to later perform on living subjects. My study on this
is on page 1.b. I’ll need to obtain items to use for these
(A hand-drawn diagram of the male reproductive system that
Dodd has referred to appears on page 1.b. Details Dodd has drawn
include the bladder, seminal vesicle, prostate gland, urethra,
vas deferens, penis, epididymis, and testicles.)
For Dead Experiments
I will first make small cut in side of sack and cut and tie
off vas deferens for normal vasectomy on one side. This done, I
will attempt removal of the testicle on the same side. For
further study, I’ll amputate head of penis (closing the
wound–leaving room for urethra tube). Then I’ll attempt to
study entire reproductive system by laying open entire untouched
side of scrotum, and examine each part as I trace from the
testicle, to the epididymis, back along the vas deferens, and
cutting as needed to get back to the seminal vesicle, prostrate,
and the urethra, following back out to amputated end of penis.
On a living subject I would attempt the amputation, the
vasectomy, and the removal of one or both testicles. If
exploratory surgery proves easy enough, I may even attempt
removal of a seminal vesicle, or the prostrate, on a living
subject as well. One subject, depending on physical reaction to
operation, may or may not undergo various “operations.”
Possible surgery combinations could be a minor one
(vasectomy), followed by major (seminal vesicle or prostate, as
these require going deep into the groin). Or it could be two
somewhere in between (amputation of the penis head, and removal
of a testicle). Also, removal of both testicles, one at a time,
or together. Could also amputate entire scrotal sac as one major
operation. Also try amputation of entire penis, or removal of
all outer sex organs (to make him a her!).
Would like to videotape the exploratory, as well as future
“operations,” to use as future reference, to show “patients” what
I’ll be doing, or to “terrify” victims, if I wish to do so, but
at this time (9-24-89/8:15 p.m.), I don’t think I want to merely
10:30 p.m. In surgery on live “patients,” with or without
“patient’s” consent, they’ll be tied down as Lee demonstrates for
me in photo #5, in the pages to follow.
I could induce unconsciousness by keeping them up late, then
giving them several sleeping pills, which would allow me to do
things that may otherwise be painful for them.
Monday, September 25, 1989
1:00 a.m. Poison would also work. (Drugs, poisons,
antifreeze, alcohol–also good for anesthetic).
Saturday, September 30, 1989
11:15 p.m. Thoughts of getting Jeremy for a period of time,
or custody of Ryan–could both be taught Lucifer’s ways, and be
an assistant to Lucifer, through me, until they’re able to work
on their own, or get too old and are used as a possible
sacrifice– but, as they’d grow with me, I may start having sex
with boys/men that have hair on genitals or more likely share
kids with them. 11:45 p.m. The last couple of days I’ve
really been wanting a child. I hope something happens soon.
Friday, October 27, 1989
10:00 p.m. Have been working too much till now to get too
excited about kids–also giving time for things to cool down.
10:20 p.m. The perfect time to “find” this boy would be on my
way home from work Saturday (3:30-4:00 p.m.). That way I’d have
him alive from 4:00 p.m. Saturday to 4:00 p.m. Sunday, at which
time he’d be killed for experiments. I want to know if a dead
boy can be given an erection by sucking his dick to pull in
blood, and if so, will the body maintain the erection. I also
want to get pictures of the dead boy hanging by various body
parts. Also wanting to do my exploratory surgery.
10:35 p.m. I intend to have sex with him a time or two, or
more if time allows, then kill for dead sex, photos, experiments,
and the exploratory–using what I learn to later operate on live
Perfect would be a 3-year-old to kill and a 6- 8-year-old to
help with surgery. I’d later hang the nude 6- 8-year-old and
photograph him dying. Just writing this makes me quite erect.
Saturday, October 28, 1989
4:30 p.m. Nothing on way home. If I don’t find one today
or at movies tonight, I’ll try a park in Portland tomorrow, where
I hope hunting will be as it was at David Douglas Park in
4:52 p.m. Will go check out Oaks Pioneer Park in Portland
7:20 p.m. Just got home. Will hunt into park tomorrow for
a few hours. About 6:20 p.m. on my way back I saw movement
around a school (Richmond School) in a very dark
neighborhood–not even lights at the school. Turned out to be
teens and adults. On way back to the main street I saw three
smaller kids. Went back and found three 7- 9-year-olds. I
circled and intended to approach, telling them one had to come
with me and send the other two in opposite direction so they
couldn’t see my car. I figured it was dark enough they couldn’t
get a good description of me. When I circled back they had
disappeared, and a 15-minute search was useless. 7:29 p.m.
to 10:45 p.m. Watched “The Bear” (at theater). Followed one boy
to bathroom, intending to say, “Come with me” and take him out of
the theater and to my apartment, but he was coming out as I went
in. Should have known kids would go quick to get back to movie
faster. I’ll try again Sunday for two or three movies if I don’t
get a boy at the park in the morning.
Sunday, October 29, 1989
10:30 a.m. Left home.
10:45 a.m. Bought film for Polaroid camera.
11:30 a.m. At the school I found yesterday evening saw two
8- 9-year-olds and a 4 -5-year-old a little ways away. Watched a
few minutes and decided not to risk it.
11:48 a.m. Arrived at park.
12:15 p.m. No signs of any children.
12:43 p.m. Back at school. Three 8- 9-year-olds and one 4-
or maybe 5-year-old. Circled school (drove around block) and
thought an adult showed up with another 3- 4-year-old. Park on
opposite side of school from kids–adult turned out to be only
about 12-years-old. I stood against a pole. The big kid and his
3- 4-year-old brother left. Two 8- 9-year-olds were playing ball
and heading toward the far end of the school. The other 8-
9-year- old was sitting on a post watching them, the backs of the
older three toward me and the 4- 5-year-old playing on a mound 20
feet to my left.
I went up to the little boy and asked him if he wanted to
“have some fun and make some money.” He seemed unsure, but not
scared. I said, “Come on–this will be fun,” and reached out my
hand. He took it and walked to the end of the building with
me–we got out of sight of the other kids unseen. I told him as
we kept walking, hand-in-hand, “we’re going to get in my car.”
He said, “I don’t want any money.” I picked him up and said,
“We’re still going–let’s go ask your dad if you can go with me.”
We got to my car. I put him in the driver’s side. As we drove
away he said, “I live the other way.” I said, “We’re going to my
house and play some games–just do what I tell you and I promise
I won’t hurt you.”
12:50 p.m. A couple blocks from the school I asked and he
said his name was Lee, and he was 4-years-old. He started to cry
a couple times, but I reached out and held his hand, assuring him
he’d be okay, and that we’d have some fun.
1:30 p.m. We got to my house at 1:30 p.m. Both the
landlady and the other tenant were gone. Perfect. I started to
carry him from the car but he said, “I can walk,” and I put him
down. 1:32 p.m. Put polaroid film into the camera and took
his picture as I found him.
1:33 p.m. Showed him my nude photo book.
1:36 p.m. Told him twice to take clothes off, speaking in a
calm, quiet voice, pulling off one of his shoes the second time.
As I finished taking off his shoes and socks he pulled off his
jacket and shirt. I watched as he took off his pants and
underwear in the same movement.
1:42 p.m. Immediately had him lay on his back and took
photo #2. Untouched.
1:44 p.m. Untouched.
1:48 p.m. After two minutes oral in attempt to gain
erection. 1:52 p.m. For show at 1:52.
1:56 p.m. After three minutes oral, in bed, both naked for
2:05-2:25 p.m. Sex. Lee’s happy and cheerful…I let him
put his clothes back on at 2:30 p.m. Watched Yogi Bear at 3:00
p.m. 4:02 p.m. Lee wanted to open briefcase–back to
pictures, put pictures of him in photo book.
4:10 p.m. Decided to spend night with me if I buy him a toy
and go out for burger. We did.
5:35 p.m. Returned home–he played with “Robo-cop.”
6:38 p.m. Lee’s still playing. Will probably wait till
morning to kill him. He suspects nothing now, and that way his
body will still be fairly fresh for experiments after work (I’ll
suffocate him in his sleep when I wake up for work [if I sleep]).
6:40 p.m. Lee spilled hot coffee on him. I let him wear one
of my shirts–it made his chest red.
7:00 p.m. Started crying because his dad and brother miss
him. I was able to quickly quiet him.
7:48 p.m. Lee wanted to look at pictures again–he thumbed
through album and kept looking up at me.
8:05 p.m. Peeked through crack in door as he was taking a
9:00 p.m. Wants to “look at my pictures one more time”–He
wants to see his nude photos, but doesn’t want to do any more.
Little does he know that in about 20 hours I’ll take photos of a
dead, 4-year-old naked boy.
9:35 p.m. Bed. Asleep 9:45–had him nude by 10:00–me
also. 10:45 p.m. Have played with dick a little and felt
out his balls–surgery will be very delicate. Am waiting for
11:00 p.m. news and trying to decide best way of killing
him–he’ll either be choked, strangled, or suffocated. I don’t
want to leave marks on his neck but it must be quick and quiet.
His body will be hidden in closet behind sleeping bag while I’m
at work (want 11:00 p.m. news as this will be first news
broadcast since he “disappeared”). Okay. News says he
disappeared from a store (not where I got him at school).
Monday, October 30, 1989
Didn’t sleep at all. Sucked him five or six times,
masturbated ten to fifteen times, crotch fucked six or seven
times. 2:00 a.m. He woke up–didn’t seem to mind being
nude. I pulled him up on top of me–his belly to mine, my cock
in his crotch. He slept on top of me for half hour as I rubbed
his back and butt. Was able to give him good erection as he
slept. 2:45 a.m. He woke up. I made him suck me about five
seconds before going back to sleep.
3:15 a.m. Said, “I’m going to kill you in the morning.” He
said, “No, you’re not.” I said I wouldn’t before he started
crying too loud.
4:20 a.m. Put rod into his dick–he woke and said, “What’s
in there?” when it was half way in. I put it in again under the
4:55 a.m. He woke as I fucked him and I let him watch me
put the rod two-thirds into his cock–it hurt just a little, he
said. 5:30 a.m. Crawled over him, him on his back, me on
his left side leaning into him. My body pinned his right arm
under pillow and his head–holding his left wrist up by pillow.
Thus totally pinned, I choked him with my right hand. He got his
legs loose. I had to hold my hand very tight on his neck. I
held for about fifteen seconds after he quit struggling. He lay
motionless. After about twenty seconds I blew into his mouth
once to see if he was revivable. Decided not but he started slow
gasps about twenty seconds after that. I choked him for about
another minute before he was still again. He started to gasp
again and opened his eyes. I grabbed a rope and put around his
neck as he lay breathing shallowly but unconscious. I tightened
the rope and picked him upright with the rope. His chest was
heaving but he wasn’t getting air. Keeping rope tight with right
hand I picked him up under his butt and carried him to the
closet, holding him up by just the rope as I moved clothes aside.
I then held his butt up with left hand as I tied rope to the
clothes bar and hung him, at 5:35 a.m., so I wouldn’t get tired
of a grip and maybe let him breath again. He hung about ten
minutes as I took picture #7 and cleaned up the room. At 5:45
a.m. I cut the rope and lay him on the bed. I sucked his cock a
little and shoved my cock into his mouth to fuck him that way,
but I had a bad angle and gave up. I checked for heartbeat and
breathing, then put him up on a shelf in the closet behind some
blankets and a sleeping bag. I’ll do more after work. 4:10
p.m. Got home. Saw paper article about missing boy in today’s
4:20 p.m. Caught up this log as I haven’t written in it
since I watched the 11:00 p.m. news last night.
4:50 p.m. Will now go take a leak and take the naked body
of 4-year-old Lee Joseph Iseli out of the closet. I’ll log
everything as I go now. (The paper article–labeled “The
10/30/89,” was on page 5 of Section B, like it was no major deal
he’s missing. Looks like a perfect kidnapping.)
5:05 p.m. Talked to Ken–now getting Lee out.
Oh yeah–I knew for sure this morning he was dead. I’d
heard of muscles relaxing and it’s normal to “go potty” after
dying–he peed on me twice as I hid his body in the closet, and
once more on the shelf in the closet.
5:10 p.m. He is rather gross-looking–cold, stiff, and
purple. I was going to try butt fucking him, but now not sure I
could if I wanted to….
5:16 p.m. See photos #8 and #9. Will now try to loosen him
up a little as well as get his body temperature via his butt.
These photos show the position he’s stuck in from being in a
small closet area.
At least his dick and balls are limp–I’ll see if dead boys
get erections with suction to pull in blood. I wish I had time
for this while he was still warm. Erection not possible (frozen
blood?). I was hoping to keep him a couple days, but I’ll have
to get rid of him tonight I think.
5:25 p.m. He’s too cold for a normal fever
thermometer–wish I had an indoor/outdoor thermometer with the
bulb I could stick up his ass.
5:30 p.m. See (photo #10) how stiff dead little boys are–
this is after I loosened up his legs!
5:35 p.m. I’m going to go get some garbage bags now to put
his bundled-up body into after I try to get my cock into his
little butt. Then I’ll figure out a place to dump the “garbage.”
I’ll wear gloves when handling the bags–no chance of
fingerprints if someone discovers contents of the bag. Money
allowing, I think I’ll use a rubber to penetrate his butt.
6:00 p.m. Home with rubbers and trash bags. If I can’t get
good anal penetration, I’ll take off rubber and crotch fuck his
body. The mouth is now out–teeth are pinched together and it
stinks anyway. Spent twenty minutes butt fucking him–got it
about three-quarters of the way in. Felt good–I went slow and
stopped short of climax three times, ejaculating on fourth climax
6:50 p.m. Now wearing gloves (after shower) to handle trash
bags to put Lee in. Will now go dump his naked body.
8:00 p.m. Home. Dumped 7:35 p.m. on 10-30.
Tuesday, October 31, 1989
5:32 p.m. Just saw a photo on news of person seen talking
to Lee at the school. Looks a lot like me. 6 o’clock news
added: Blue baseball cap, and “person of interest” may have had
a German shepherd with him and was either driving or dropped off
by a white pickup truck. FBI is entering info into their files.
I’ll be watching news carefully for about a month now, as well as
staying out of site.
6:40 p.m. Burned his socks, shirt, sweater, and pants.
Will keep his underwear as a souvenir. Will throw away his shoes
tomorrow at a convenience store.
Wednesday, November 1, 1989
4:40 p.m. Washed his underwear in shower when I took
it–they smelled like “P.”
Thursday, November 2, 1989
5:00 p.m. News said drawing of man seen was discarded as he
was seen leaving without Lee.
7:55 p.m. Cut his shoes into four parts and divided into
sacks, and burnt it all, along with newspapers that were missing
articles about him.
Friday, November 3, 1989
6:06 p.m. Channel 6 news at 6 o’clock said police have
talked to man drawn by artist and they’re throwing the picture
away–not a suspect and he knew nothing.
(The following entry consists of Dodd’s planning of
“Incident #3,” but is incomplete because his plans were abruptly
halted when he was arrested after attempting to abduct a young
boy from a Camas, Washington theater.)
Plans/ideas began: 11-4-89
Hunt start: end:
Saturday, November 4, 1989
11:10 p.m. For #3. Now know how next one will die. He’ll
be tied for a photo as #2 was, then, when finished, he’ll be
tied– “just one more time for another picture, but with a bag on
your head this time.” A plastic bag will be put over him and
secured about the neck…after I suck him erect. As he
suffocates to death (tied down, of course) I’ll keep sucking to
keep him erect. Thanks to Lee I know I can’t make a dead one
erect, but will they stay erect if erect at the time of death?
Friday, November 10, 1989
10:20 p.m. No–Incident 3 will die maybe this way:
He’ll be tied down as Lee was in Incident 2, photo 5.
Instead of the bag, I’ll tape his mouth shut with duct tape.
Then, when ready, I’ll use a clothespin or something to plug his
nose. That way I can sit back, take pictures and watch him
die, instead of concentrating on my hands or the rope tight
around his neck–that would also eliminate the rope burns on his
neck…as Lee had in Incident #2.
This is also better than the plastic bag as I can clearly
see his face and eyes now…as he dies, as well as get some
pictures of a naked and dying boy.
Electrocution also a good means for quick death.
Saturday, November 11, 1989
7:30 p.m. to 10:00 p.m. At the movie, “The Bear,” (as in
Incident #2) to find a lone boy in bathroom. Talked to a 7- 8-
year-old, who was not as cute in the lighted bathroom as he
looked in the dark. He insisted “No,” and I said, “OK–wait
here, I’ll leave,” then, “No, you’re coming with me” (changed my
mind). I finally decided I couldn’t get him out quietly, but at
one point almost punched him to knock the wind out of him–but he
was too big to carry out pretending my “little boy was sick.” I
quickly left the theater. There was nothing on the news.
Sunday, November 12, 1989
5:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m. Drove around town looking for kids.
8:10 p.m. Went to Camas theater to watch, “Honey, I Shrunk
the Kids.” There was only one boy at the 9:00 p.m. show. About
8- 9-years-old, (too old to get out of this theater easily) and
Oriental (two strikes against). But didn’t have to use the
bathroom anyway. However, there were several 4-7- or 8-year-old
boys that left the 7:00 p.m. showing. I’ll try the 7:00 p.m.
Monday, November 13, 1989
4:40 p.m. Have updated log entries. Will now prepare ropes
as I had for Incident #2 (tied to bed and hidden under it–to use
on victims as soon as wanted or needed–needing only to tie loose
rope ends to the victim, other ends already attached to bed, or
my “rack” [wood framework built for this purpose]).
4:45 p.m. I now ask Satan to guide me, and provide or help
me obtain a boy tonight. This one I’d like to keep a
while–keeping him awake all night each night so he’ll sleep all
day while I’m at work (tied and mouth taped shut to be on safe
side). I may only keep him two or three days, or even longer if
it works out. I’ll give him a haircut and buy a new set of
clothes for him, to change his appearance, in case I take him out
as I did Lee in #2. I might even get two boys (perhaps a 6- or
7-year-old taking a 3- or 4- year-old to the toilet?). In the
case of two like this–the older (or both) would decide (when I
tired of them) which was to die. Don’t know now if survivor (or
just a lone boy) would die, or be used to help get another boy
home. Will have to wait and see. I also want to do my medical
experiments this time, once done with sexual play on the
body(ies). Also hoping for more, better pictures. May also play
“spin-the-bottle” or stripping games (especially with two boys).
5:25 p.m. Now going to Camas–will check out local parks
This is where Dodd’s diary ended–he was apprehended later that
evening after attempting to abduct a young boy from a Camas,
Gary C. King
Serial Killer Timelines, Radford University Students http://maamodt.asp.radford.edu/Psyc%20405/serial%20killers/Dodd,%20Westley%20Allan.pdf Link to WAD Diary https://groups.google.com/g/alt.true-crime/c/k5N3gtHREjk?pli=1 Westley Allan Dodd - Last Interview before Execution https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkpelP3x0mw&ab_channel=ParkamanMagazine Most Evil - Westley Allan Dodd https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHXS7GToJ-Y&ab_channel=NickNevler