One Monday We Killed Them All

Step By Step Dwight Mcaran Built A Wall Of Vicious Hate Around Himself. It Was Easy. He Was A Man Who Could Slap One Woman To Death Because She Loved Him And Hum A Love Song To Another While He Raped Her.. Sure He Did Some Time In Jail. He Sat In A Cell And Simmered For Five Long Years Until His Hate Hardened To A Core Of White-Hot Evil. Revenge Was All He Craved - And A Plan Was What He Had - A Plan Just Cruel Enough To Please Him And Just Crazy Enough To Work.