THE GORES OF GORDIE GORGE

        It all began with an unprecedented turn of events that lead into a heinous killing spree. Unsolved crimes were transpiring around the town of Elmira as victims were disappearing from their homes. These were a series of voracious sins with no true origins except to feed the mouth of madness. To this day the F.B.I has failed to apprehend a suspect behind these murders. There have been countless deaths, which have left no end trail to culminate into a trial.

       No evidence has ever resulted from these crimes as no bodies have ever been found. There have been no speculations and suspicions that have proceeded to convict no one. Not a single witness has ever come forward against these crimes. Although, missing person's flyers stack the desks of many in law enforcement. The burden of proof has failed to coexist, as the truth lies dormant and buried within the victims themselves.

       It was an act of serial violence that remains into the killer's malevolent reign. He has surpassed the infamous to date and gained notoriety due to his unique M.O. The killer's motives have been circumstantial to his own desires to commit bodily harm to woman. However, the citizens of Elmira, NY have precariously taken actions and sought to find answers behind the walls that confide his intent. The details of his crimes are too gruesome to ascribe into words.

       I can only sympathize with the lives lost and the ones that will follow in days to come. How the families of these victims are now left with the grueling task of maintaining a watchful eye of their own. They would step outside onto their front door waiting helplessly for their loved one's return. Nonetheless, they uncomfortably wait for a serial killer next victim to surface as he continues to walk free to kill again. The public outcry has been overwhelmed by the amount of lives that have been disappearing before their eyes.

       Even though, I am remorsefully eager to reveal these acts of terror to all. I am confounded by the fact that not all crimes have the same ill affect on the general public. Most have faced the media with the same questions but none were ever concerned for the wellness of my brother and I. The people of Elmira are the ones to be held responsible for these murders because the truth lies solely within their society. For several years, they have lived pretending nothing had happened and failed to acknowledge that we ever existed.

       The fate of our destiny was left to our own hands after mother had died. The name of the killer for all these vicious crimes that we follow is non other than, my younger brother, Gordan St. George. He is the one who I have grown to love as Gordie Gorge. No one but myself knows about Gordie's special needs. Although, he has ever existed to those whom dare to nurture his appetite.

        Gordie was born a vibrant young fellow with a heart pure of joyful bliss for all that he loved. Though, his lucidity remains unstable when it was taken away. During Gordie's adolescent years, he became a difficult responsibility to take care of alone. Even though, we share a six-year difference he has always been my younger brother. However, he was never like this before our parents left us hiding in the closet.

       I was not afraid and knew that mother will soon come looking for us. So I held baby Gordie tightly in my arms until she calmed down our father who raged. I brazen into promising my brother that no harm will ever come to he and wiped away the angels tears, which had fallen over his brow. I noticed no one would ever come for us if, I was to, could, I would keep him from crying. However, after the blue and red lights arrived, father's angry voice had silenced mother's sadness.

        He remained alarmed until the loud noises woke the neighbors into frenzy. The next morning, Gordie slept quietly in my arms as a breeze opened the closet door for us see day. Mother's soul never appeared but baby Gordie emerge from rest with hunger. A voice asked me to feed him for I had remembered promising him, I would take care of him. Time went by and baby Gordie stood the same, as I grew older and our home has never been the same.