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Me from a murderer

Two victims and an ‘incident’

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The story I’m about to tell you took place over a few months in the autumn/winter of 2018/19. This first part is suitable for all but as the story continues, it will be 18+ rated.

My husband was dead.

I calmly walked up the creaking oak steps

I refuse to wait.

How could I ever escape?

i awoke stiffly

Then, as I pulled the plug, it too ran down into the drain into the gutter like a watery crimson river.

A girl writes a letter to her lover and kidnapper just in case he wakes up.

A boy murders his family, father, sister, and mother.