Killing Chris

Nick3278

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Parts 50
Time 5h 27m

Nick3278

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The darkest hour is incorrectly referenced as being an hour, or sixty minutes long, when in fact the majority of people would agree the darkest hour often references a great chunk of time. My darkest hour began with the first kill in a chain of serial murders. This isn't just any murder story, there is no "final girl" emerging from the fire and blood the killer left in his wake. the past, no matter how hard we try running always comes back to teach us its lessons. I've tried for many years forgetting the blood soaked pavement under the carved bodies of the people I loved. I think about the friends I lost. And how the killer is still out there. As the end approaches I fear that I'll never get the time to tell my story. With death itself breathing down my neck Ill start from the beginning...At the first incident.
    **** WARNING****
    This book contains chapters that younger readers and people who struggle with mental health may find disturbing or triggering. This includes things like written talks about depression and suicide. It is never my intention to make people feel worse and if you are struggling to find resources please reach out or contact the national helpline at (810-662-4357)All Rights Reserved

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The darkest hour is incorrectly referenced as being an hour, or sixty minutes long, when in fact the majority of people would agree the darkest hour often references a great chunk of time. My darkest hour began with the first kill in a chain of serial murders. This isn't just any murder story, there is no "final girl" emerging from the fire and blood the killer left in his wake. the past, no matter how hard we try running always comes back to teach us its lessons. I've tried for many years forgetting the blood soaked pavement under the carved bodies of the people I loved. I think about the friends I lost. And how the killer is still out there. As the end approaches I fear that I'll never get the time to tell my story. With death itself breathing down my neck Ill start from the beginning...At the first incident.
    **** WARNING****
    This book contains chapters that younger readers and people who struggle with mental health may find disturbing or triggering. This includes things like written talks about depression and suicide. It is never my intention to make people feel worse and if you are struggling to find resources please reach out or contact the national helpline at (810-662-4357)

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