Who was she? Sometimes she was a child skipping rope. Sometimes she was a woman with a passionate hunger. And one day the woman and the child came together...
The Terror Rises Again
A severed hand beckons from an open grave!
The worst foe lies within the self...
There is no known cure...for MURDER.
Murder begins in the mind
Fat cats are too easy. Go for the big fish
She's locked and loaded.
All she wanted was everything.
When your thoughts are not your own.