Lost in the Lake by Ryan Linebaugh
Frozen, only his body lay frozen, still besides himself in his own time not ours. He lived through Hell he died in heaven no one wanted him except the woman, who died trying now he'll die lying remembering the blood he brought for her. His body can't move but his mind acts out the brutal murder of the woman beside him. He tries to move but frozen he is and the light in is heart is long from dim its gone, no more the heart that used to be has been ingested by a man that he possessed with such finess. If he could only move she would pay ...like all the others i showed them, come to MY camp MY lake, MY grave and Mom... the only one who cared was the only one who shared the evil that was filler for a mind thats gone away the blood of a serial killer who will not kill today. |