A tragedy has hit the small rural town in Indiana. Too small to pinpoint on most maps, but never small enough for tragedy. These are the places that people say, “Nothing bad ever happens here.” No, no we’re not big enough for those sorts of problems. As we now have grown to learn: evil knows no boundaries.
Evil doesn’t care if you’re thirteen and ride your bicycle to school. Evil doesn’t care when the last time you told your mom you loved her was. Evil doesn’t care if it’s two in the morning or two in the afternoon. Evil doesn’t care. Evil doesn’t care. Evil doesn’t care.
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