My Nightmare
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This book is inspired by the murders of Ted Bundy, and what his girlfriend, Liz, went through while being with him. HOWEVER, nothing written in this book is taken from the actual real-life events that happened. Reader discretion is advised, as there will be graphic descriptions of murders and rapes that take place in the story. THIS BOOK IS FICTIONAL. I hope you all enjoy!
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"I didn't know what he was capable of. He didn't seem to be capable of anything horrific."
Kathryn was just 22 years old when she met "prince charming," but little did she know she met the nation's most wanted serial killer, Alex Sinn. This is Kathryn's diary, full of everything that happened to her and her best friend, Lydian.
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