The treehouse club was his refuge. It wasn’t really a treehouse, but he could see trees through the attic dormers. He figured that was close enough.
It wasn’t really a club either. He was the only member, there were no dues required, no rules to follow. The only prerequisite for inclusion, he testified later, was a contempt for life.
He hid there unnoticed, watching and waiting. The voices cajoling him to take another.
His victims, even after years of therapy, continue to believe in things that go bump in the dark.
Demolition of the now abandoned tenement begins at daybreak.