In the forest near my little area of apartments, I heard a sickening story of a man who apparently was waiting at the end of a bridge for his victim. His next victim was a 4 year old boy who had supposedly crossed the bridge on his bike. The man, named Douglass, had accordingly lured the boy to him, promising candy, or toys, or something young children would really like. Since the little boy's parents were probably fucking retards, they let him go alone. This man had picked the little boy up and slit his throat with a butcher knife and then gutted him repeatedly. It's a brutal way of killing someone, for sure. After the little boy was completely dead, the man threw the little boy's corpse into the river below, watching in glee as the bleeding boy's corpse floated away.
After the man was caught by police when an officer had crossed paths with Douglass, the officer had arrested him and taken him to court. You won't be surprised when I say that Douglass was insane and he had been sentenced to life in jail for murder of a young boy.
People say that whenever they cross the bridge, they can hear the bells of the bike ring and the little boy's screams. Sure, I believed the murder, but not the part where the little boy is heard. I mean, the boy is dead, right?
