A Serial Killer’s Daughter Reveals The Awful Secret She Carries Around With Her

The vicious serial murderer Fred and Rose West’s daughter has opened up about the terrible secret she lives with every day and the terrifying letter her horrible mother sent to her while she was incarcerated. 

Mae West, 52, was raised in the murderous couple’s house and endured horrendous physical and sexual torture at the hands of her parents.

In their ‘home of horrors’ on 25 Cromwell Street, the couple had buried decaying carcasses in the basement, and she was made to sleep on them. 

Speaking on the 30th anniversary of her parent’s incarceration, Mae also disclosed that she has never discussed her family’s notorious misdeeds with her son.

She told The Sun that her younger son ‘knows nothing’ about her past and has ‘not a clue’. 

Though her priority is to live a ‘normal, everyday life’, she admitted that it was getting harder to keep the truth from him.

She told the publication, ‘He’s at an age now where he’s starting to ask questions. All I’ve told him is my dad’s dead and I don’t speak to my mum.

‘As far as I’m concerned, he never will. Not from me, anyway.’

On February 25, 1994, authorities started excavating the house, which ultimately put a stop to Fred and Rose’s murderous rampage. 

On New Year’s Day in 1995, Fred West committed suicide at HMP Birmingham, one year later. Rose received a total life sentence for 10 of the killings. 

In addition, Mae’s mother sent her a letter cutting off all communication while she was serving her term.

She explained: ‘Me and my mother stopped speaking 16 years ago. We fell out. It was her choice.

‘She wrote me a letter basically telling me, ‘It’s best if I leave you to it.’ In other words, she no longer wanted to see me or communicate with me.

‘It made me question a lot of things at the time, such as whether I was with her or not with her. It’s weird that someone is your parent and alive but you no longer see them.’

Despite having spent the last 30 years creating a new life for herself, Mae admitted that she still thinks about her slain sister on a regular basis. 

She said in her recent interview, ‘I do get terribly sad when I think about Heather, how old she’d be now, what kind of life she’d have had. I love her so much.

She has done so well to survive this and lead a good life, and hopefully, we can rely on the press not to try to expose her and help her children to have a peaceful and happy life, but then why have your life plastered all over the newspaper, saying that she hopes her son doesn’t find out? That simply doesn’t make any sense.

These things, however, are usually forced by the press, and they were going to publish on the 30th anniversary and probably ask her for some words – might as well get paid for it because they’d publish anyway, which puts her in an impossible situation.

The poor woman has endured enough in this life; she doesn’t need further criticism.

It’s true that we have no say in who raises us, especially if our parents are bad. She’s had to deal with practically unfathomable things; therefore, it must have been incredibly difficult for her to try living a regular life.

I don’t understand why she wasn’t offered a new name and a chance to move abroad so that she could start again. She was perfectly entitled to it.

Published by Angela Lloyd

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