Dear Nancy...

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Dear Nancy,

            Your time has come child. You may have noticed how many recent deaths have wracked our little town. You also may have noticed that all of them are connected to a certain group of people. That group would be David, Ken, Paul, Carrie, Dana, Josh, Taylor, Lucas, Clarissa, Steven, and, of course, me.

            All of you are dying for a reason. Josh was a part of my group for years, one that murdered animals and committed theft. Now, you see, he was not one to participate in said activities, but he was there, making him as guilty as the rest of us.

            You are going to fall down the stairs. I will make sure you are alone. I will make sure I set the stage right. I will even untie one of your shoes after your death if I must. But I must be careful not to leave clues, such as footprints, or even fingerprints. Your death will be one of the quickest, if it works right. If you do not die on the way down I must manually crack your skull or snap your neck.

            You must be confused about how Josh is involved in your death. You see, he’s the reason. I already explained that he was a part of my group when we were younger, but last month he changed that. If you noticed that he refuses to be touched, there is a reason for that. He announced that he would be leaving the group because he refused to allow you, your friends, and your sister to join. He then attacked me and I knocked him out in return.

            From there I undressed him and tied him to the bed in my bedroom. With David and Paul’s help, since Ken was cowering in the corner like the child he is, I raped him. Simple as that. It was his punishment for leaving the group high and dry.

            He was tortured as part of another punishment a couple of years ago. That is why he will not remove his shirt. It was just one of many instances that showed him my strength and power over him and the group members.

            Prepare to die now Nancy Echols. It will not be pleasant. I do apologize for you having to die like this.

With Love,

            Art

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