I did hope that I was wrong, but I knew that I wouldn’t be. When I went searching for more bodies, more death, I knew that I would find it. I knew that, along with the man in the fire and the woman staked to the wall, there would be other victims, more merciless scenarios.
There were.
Two miles from the house I went to visit, there was another house filled with murder. An entire family exterminated through cruel and torturous methods the same night.
I knew that there would be more, because the night that I killed Helen’s parents, I wasn’t finished.