Terror at the Fair

Chapter Fourteen

It was over so quickly, Papa—in just seconds, so it seemed. I am sure he felt almost no pain, and he did not struggle to speak of. He was old, and would have died soon, anyway. I admit to feeling nervous at first, never having killed with my own hands before. But then, just before it happened, I became very calm. My hands are still shaking a little now, although I know that soon will pass. However the panic here on the fairgrounds will not pass, but rather grow, as I continue to seek a peace for you that never came when you were alive.

Now I shall begin to plan my next action. If all goes well, I believe it will occur in, of all places, a tunnel—and not a tunnel of love. Oh, I know I should not joke about such things. There is nothing whatever here to laugh about. Believe me, Papa, I am as serious as I have ever been in my life…