My name is Billy Bedoe, and in the sweltering summer of 1969, I encountered the devil incarnate. Her name was Jolie Wheeler, who was 57 years old at the time, and what we nowadays know as a psychopath. I...

“I don't feel pain, I don't feel alive, yet no angels in the bright moonshine.”   The lady of sorrow confided to herself aloud in a whisper. One so delicate, it could vanish like flying dust should she be loud.   But she was standing stoically at...

sadness prevails sorrow ails me and it's hellalterate the pain and the torturecruel intentions aren't for mespeak your mind of coursediscourse isn't minebut if you rile me my mind will respondand deliver your every slight like a rank filemy...