9/26 The Psycho and the Tree

The constant: The slow crunch of grass broke Jeffery's concentration. A step was the culprit. It came slowly, inevitable, so sure of itself. Jeffery never looked back. He knew this day would come. "Jeffery Dahmer? L.A. County Police. Hands in the air and get on the ground." He did so. "Don't I get to know... Continue Reading →

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