'Zppp!' went the power as the lightening and thunder continued on.
It was like a horror story.
The lights flickering, then completely shut off, next thing you know is your friends are dead and you're running from the killer chasing after you.
I don't think Jeremy ever wanted to be like this.
A cold hearted monster who lived to kill.
A man who wanted everyone dead.
A friend who could'nt turn back from the cults.
A brother who killed everything you loved, including your parents.
Jeremy was twelve when he ran over the dog with his four-wheeler.
He was fifteen when he killed our little sister. She was three. He hung her from the clothes line.
He was sixteen when he shot both my parents in the head. My mother was pregnant.
He was seventeen when he killed me.
