A neighborhood kid was wondering through the woods by my house . I invited him in and we talked I eventually asked if he was thirsty. He said he was, so I asked him what he'd like to drink. He asked if I had any Pepsi. I said yes and went into the kitchen to get a Pepsi and a water. I poured the Pepsi into a glass and added ice, but I also added a roofy. I walked back over to him and handed him is drink. After a few sips he fell unconscious. Poor kid, wrong place, wrong time. His name is Jake Crows, well sorry Jake, but you weren't so lucky today.
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A Serial Killers Journal
HorrorThe title says it all. This is a horror story in the form of a journal a fictional serial killer writes in. It has a sadistic protagonist who kidnaps and tortures. If you like dark themes I think you'll like this.
