Murders in Crescent Valley

Emma Jean stripped naked and folded the clothes at her feet. ‘’Now rest your chest across this hickory stump and arch your buocks high into the air. A whore like you doesn’t deserve to die with dignity.’’ Emma Jean reluctantly did as she was told. She cried and whimpered. ‘’Please God save me; I’m a wretched sinner.’’ The clown grabbed the girl by the back of the neck and stabbed her hard, repeatedly eighteen %mes in the face with the blade of the knife. Soon the dead girl’s face looked like ham covered in chocolate syrup. The blood dripped profusely out of the massive hole in the dead girl’s face. The maniac climbed back into the stolen truck and sped o1. The killer turned up the Radio and blasted dark, modern heavy metal music. His dirty, shaggy, brown hair hung down slightly past his slender shoulders. His feet were bare. He played over the murders he had just commied in his mind over and over again. First he pictured Tony gazing dumbly at him through the windshield of Tony’s own truck before ge>ng killed. He could s%ll hear the snapping of Tony’s bones as the truck squashed him. He could s%ll feel the skull give way when Tony stabbed Emma Jean hard through the face repeatedly. In his own mind the killer had done well. He felt he was purging the world of evil.