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“He killed her because he had a necrophilia fantasy involving her. According to the news he never he didn’t have the balls to do any actual corpse fucking, so he just dumped her body in a ditch. He ended up hanging himself in prison.”
A mirror hung above my bed. In the same place I swore a painting had sat only a few hours earlier. A watercolor of a gangly women draped in black. Like a female Slender Man hunched over with her thick dark hair reaching her ankles.
Sending her letter after letter, the actress lived in fear for her life. He would write that if it wasn’t him, he had friends that could kill her, and that upon his release he promised he would find her and finish what he started.
Dear David is back and he’s more terrifying than ever.
“I held her under a door frame, like we’d been taught and when the shaking stopped, we ran out like our lives depended on it. We were lucky. Our building didn’t collapse but so many others did. Thousands of people died in that earthquake.”