writinginthesky

Shh!
Tuck into your bed. 
Pull up the blanket. 
Close your eyes. 
It's night and the clouds are out. 
The Slasher is on his rounds. 
The good go to sleep. 
The bad are taken far away. 
Plug your ears to swish of wind. 
Shut your eyes to glint of silver. 
Hold your gasp even in a choke. 
For the good are quiet. 
And the good go to sleep. 

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In the winter of 1997, the nights were laid claim to by a monster thirsting for blood. The press named him, The Slasher. Eleven murders later, at the end of winter, The Slasher disappeared. 

Twenty years later, in the finals days of the Statue of Limitations, the media was talking again about the monster of the winter nights, The Slasher. As the winter set in, would all this talk awaken the sleeping monster?

Table of the killer in the dark

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Volume 1