I knew Jason Markov was something evil, already dead and a serial killer.
He was my next door neighbor... and the things I saw at night made me very suspect.
I finally had enough, the night I saw blood smeared on the back of my car.
Next morning, I broke into his basement to give him... a death to what looks like a man.
PAY
A DEATH TO WHAT LOOKS LIKE A MAN
I killed a man today... drove a sharpened Oak wood stake through his deadened heart.
He howled in pain like a mythical banshee as I held him down to die again!
Was this murder, of a murderer, on my part... he looked and sounded like he was a man.
But as he crumbled to dry grey dust in my shaking hands... no, this was no man!
PAY
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