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He loves me and he'll do anything to be with me. Anything to give me what I desire. Love? Well I think it is until one of us ends up dead.
By A Person
In the course of an evening, a blindly rapturous mother sings in praise of the courteous Dr. W to her friend over a bottle - or two - of wine. Yet, when she mentions (in passing)the mysterious disappearance of his wife, his son's disquieting reaction, and the doctor's eery fondness of her...
Short Story | Updated Jan 12, 2010 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Anne Hastings Hughes
The murder of eight people after an enjoyable dinner party leaves a mark still painful to those left behind years later.The truth is only known by one...But he isnt the killer...