Audio:   Text: Damien was well aware of the two-sides within every person – the version they showed the world and the real one, which they kept hidden. Everyone at the academy saw Damien as a rising star and the Read more…

Audio:   Text: Sanders hung up his cellphone and tossed it onto his desk. He deserved more respect. He shouldn’t have to put up with orders barked by Frank Lang. The pissant wouldn’t have been Hayeston’s City Manager if he Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien sat on his couch, wearing a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Raquel took his Class B uniform and immediately threw it into the washing machine. That was followed by her sprinkling the house with holy water to Read more…

Audio:   Text: A shift in the wind forced Damien to look away, the smell of rotting flesh rushed across his face like a hard slap. The more he stood there, the more he felt the scent of death would Read more…

Audio:   Text: Mark Thomas Kent was his name. Hayeston’s only documented serial killer. Such recognition would be enough to forever etch his name in the town’s history. The fact that he was a high school student when he started Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien drove his decommissioned Crown Vic up to the police tape surrounding a small, boarded up shotgun home on Trappers Street. Damien turned off the car and stared at the activity in front of him. Two police Read more…

Audio:   Text: Damien stood in his bedroom as the kitchen phone kept ringing. It’s 30 year old bells clanged inside the beige plastic rotary phone that had been in the house longer than Damien had been alive. The rental Read more…