The Annihilator: A Most Forgettable Man — Ep. 1 | MK Confidential

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It is the night of December 7th, 1971 A drama teacher and military veteran named Ed Illiano turns his car up a long, winding driveway in Westfield, New Jersey, and puts the vehicle in park. Finally, he's making himself do the thing he's been putting off. He leaves his headlights on and pointed at the house. It is a stately Victorian mansion, 19 rooms, dark green shutters, set back on more than an acre behind tall hedges. The family that lives here calls it Breeze Knoll. Night after night, Ed has driven past it on his way home, slowing at the bottom of the hill, telling himself, Everything's fine, but it has not looked fine for a while. The lights have been burning in every window day and night, and lately they have begun going out one by one as the bulbs die.
He has knocked on the front door and gotten no answer. He has rung the bell. He even tests the door handle. The lock holds, sparing him for the moment from deciding whether to enter alone. He has gone to the Westfield Police twice, and both times has been sent away, because Ed cannot tell them exactly what crime he believes has occurred. All he has is a feeling and a promise he once made to a frightened girl.
The girl is one of his drama students. Her name is Patricia List. She is 16 She sings in the church choir, and she wants more than anything in the world to be an actress.
Days before she disappeared, sitting in Ed's parked car late at night, Patricia told him her father was going to kill her. Not rhetorically and not in some vague way, but that she and her two younger brothers would be killed. Patricia is not a girl given to hysterics. She said it the way a person reports, a fact. Ed told her, no one is going to kill you. Patricia looked at him like he was a fool.
It wasn't just the drama teacher to whom she had said it. She had predicted the same to a friend her own age, a girl who has never been able to shake it.

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At some point she had told me that she knew her father wanted her and her brother's dead.

**Megyn Kelly** (3:02)
A neighbor has already called the Westfield police about the strange car in the driveway. Two patrolmen pull up within minutes and after they hear Ed's concerns, one of them, an officer named George Celestnik, walks the outside of the house. On the side porch he finds a tall ground floor window, unlocked. He and Ed push it up and climb over the sill into a dark dining room. The first thing they notice is the smell. The second thing is the music.
Somewhere in the house music is playing. It is loud and orchestral and grand. It seems to be coming from everywhere at once, piped through an intercom into every room. It is a radio tuned to a New York Classical Station the way it always is in this house. Tonight, by chance, it is playing Wagner, a composer known for his anti-Semitic writings, whose opinions in music will later become a soundtrack for Adolf Hitler and the Nazis. It is an ominous sound inside an unsettling scene.
By the window stand two fish tanks. In one, the fish are dead, drifting at the surface. The second tank runs on a timer that keeps dropping food, and those fish are still alive.
Ed knows this house. He leads the officer across the center hall, past the two curving staircases, to a heavy drape pulled across the entrance to the ballroom. Zalesnik shines his flashlight through the gap in the drapes. The beam settles on a child's face.
There are four bodies on the ballroom floor, laid out side by side, still in their winter coats. They are lying on sleeping bags. Boy Scout sleeping bags, forest green, with the words Be Prepared printed on the lining. Someone has arranged them so the edges of the bags all meet, so that from a few feet away the four bodies together make the shape of a cross. A woman and three teenagers. One of the woman's arms has been laid across one of the boy's shoulders. Evil has been here.