The guy with the leg brace and a stammer at the Gas n' BBQ assured me that if I stayed on the old dirt road I'd be at Shady Oaks within the hour. I could not have expected nor would I have wished to see as much of the mad and macabre as I was to see that day. What started as an idyllic summer afternoon drive became a nightmare. The events of that day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history.
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