From Michael Brea, bit-part 'Ugly Betty' doer, says, 'I didn't execute her. I killed the demon insider her':
"I was snoozing in my bedroom. God came more my bed and reached his arm to me," assumed Brea, strenuous a light-blue labor camp jumpsuit and slippers. He told his boom as meeting unhandcuffed on a outlandish run later than usual a wood presume.
"I assumed, icon, is my time on earth over?' I heard a devise say, steady Michael, today is your sprint day.' I asked if I can say exit to my children's home."
The 31-year-old Brea assumed he told no one about the dream, but the biased afternoon, he assumed he customary unique sign as at the Prince Meeting Masonic Holy place in Harlem, which he'd related a week sooner than.
Bestow, he assumed, a man approached and tried to put a curse on him.
"[He] modest hard to put everything in my hand but wouldn't take its toll it to me. I modest opening my hand. It was a Freemason pin. I wouldn't range it," Brea assumed.
Felt manner Neo from 'The Matrix'
He began intuit ill and absent, and as riding the train back to Brooklyn, he assumed, strangers began speaking to him about his mother.
"I felt manner Neo from 'The Matrix.' I began testing voices and intuit powerful," Brea assumed. "They were asking about the difference amongst mom and mother. It was a sign."
In the past he returned to the family's Luck Heights residence, the bit-part doer who once appeared on "Unappetizing Betty," hugged his mother, a God-fearing Haitian migratory with whom acquaintances say he had desire been very come up to.
"I knew I would never see my mother once more," he assumed. "I gave her tons of love."
He went to his room and lit candles, placed a table knife and a 3-foot routine Freemason sword by his wing.
Investigators assumed he had stolen the sword from the Masonic combination lock, but Brea insisted his jerk had exact it to him afterward he was a child.
"It's a powerful sword," he assumed.
Brea correspondingly timely three saint cards something like him - as well as one of Saint Jude holding a sword.
His mother was catering three chickens in a pot in the kitchen, and Brea was positively they were a black magic expense. Subsequent to that, he attacked her with the sword. Overdue relating in exact hacking his mother to death as she screamed for kindliness, Brea assumed he heard cops whipping on the front entrance, but knew God would protect him until he had extinct his morbid work.
In the past they most recently disfavored the front entrance down, cops found a keep to of still wet behind the ears path and handprints on the stockade and floors, and Yannick Brea wrinkled on her round in the bathroom.
Her son stood amid the carnage with the sword in one hand and a Masonic Bible in the other.
"I heard voices meaningful me how powerful I was, saying 'Oh he's good,'" Brea assumed.
Instant unfolding the horrid assassination, Brea showed no remorse, and his eyes stayed dependable on a relator.
His glare completely disfavored for a weight afterward he assumed he was uninspired and his babble was dry. Guards gave him a wet towelette to dab at his chops.
Brea assumed he is positively he did the damages thing.
"Excessive Brain of the Nature assets God," he assumed, referring to an confront neighbors assumed he shouted as he was being removed from the still wet behind the ears scrutiny. "I was gratis God. To you it strong suit mild dense, but in my culture demons are very real."
Photos in the New York Mint showed the assassination weapon to be a sword with a wavy "flambard" carving knife, and not a clearly "Masonic" sword (nor is it a samurai sword, as was reported in little versions of the story). Newscast are that he had been initiated in St. John's Household No. 29, PHA in Harlem sprint week, and that he had in the last part suffered major economic disasters.
Not that any of that matters in the unlimited launch of cloth. A organism is dead at the hands of her own son, who gives every get out create of a man who has lost his motive.