I first like to sincerely apologies that you had witness a horrific attack this week in my home; not the first time they have attacked the house, well actually there’s an investigation going on. How did they know someone like me lived in the middle of nowhere? We all know. Well the whole Kennedy department knew who’s behind it all. Your probably thinking who were they in the first place.
Okay let me explain. For centuries there’s this secret within the Kennedy family that someone had found a child; who was a orphan, an orphan that can do great things but no one except my world can understand and know what’s happening. For generations no one knew why we were all went into hiding except of course; my great grandfather and great grandmother, their children and their children. So basically my dad and Fred knew the secret but no one else knows; the whole truth about this secret, but there’s also two legends that run in the family. Two which is actually true but the other one is rare; so rare that know one knows who’s going to get it next, let me explain the first legend that you may have heard about is where the Kennedy Family has been blessed with their own special knowledge and experience of magic of some sort. Then you have the school in the distance lands of Scottish isles; that only people get excepted if they could do things that they can’t explain, even your world people can do things like me.
However remember me saying about the second leg? The second legend is where nearly ever so often; each generation has one child who has autism, someone like me. Not all generations have the special gift of this power; being half autistic shows the signs of more power than anything else; half autistic means that this particular power has, this great power of helping you control your emotions and the way you react. However it’s doesn’t happen all the time; it comes when it pleases, doesn’t warn you when it does come and thats when if your in danger it does something more powerful than you can go. Basically you won’t remember as much afterwards.
The reason why I am telling you this is because the intruders weren’t just any intruders; they were followers, somebody’s followers. That somebody is called Oliver Wishingwell in other words treestumpwell. Since the news of my late cousin Mary Borthwright and her husband Eric Borthwright along with their first eldest son Mark Borthwright’s death; on the fateful night on 3rd April 1996 leaving three young infants orphaned, and most danger to the dangerous man we had to separate them all to protect them. I would say where are but if this letter gets introspected to you primeminster’s; I would like you to keep your eyes peeled and ears for listening, no matter how much you disagree with the Kennedy apartment you have to by by the law of the Kennedy’s protection and protection of Kennedy’s orphanage.
There will be dark times and there’s no way of denying it; he is still out there somewhere, but very weak as no one actually knew what happened that night. Yet his followers are still at large; will always be finding out clues to where they are, so I do hope with respect that you will keep your questions of where they are to yourselves.
Son of Stanley and Daisy Kennedy
Aurour for Kennedy Department
Protector of the Minstery of Humanity