The lights came on and the camera spun to life. He sat up straight in his chair and readied himself.
“Just take a deep breath and state your name to the camera,” Dr. Spencer said, as she looked through her notes and continued, “start from the day you and your friends got to the woods.
She flipped through the pictures quickly; she did not want to look at these criminals and locked in on one particular portrait. The eyes were unforgettable; the thin lips spread in that terrifying expanse across his face.
Daniel Cooper sat in his office chair behind his imitation oak desk, gazing at the clock’s hands move the way only a clocks hands can move. Ogilville Indiana sat perched on a Friday evening, waiting for the weekend to unfold.