the maul understood the man the dark putrid space inside him where empathy was supposed to be
there was death there
dreams of bosch saturn devouring his son mother violence like a tide of red ghosts lapping at toes saying more than words ever could
the maul knew dark things how it could sate an urge for ill will how it could make quick work of a human skull
and so one day
it did
three of them and at random no pattern, just chaos just pure, violent, blood spattering death a gift of gore to the watchful moon the maul knew what to do
he casually turned himself over to the police after before they even knew what he'd done what the maul had wrought
there were three of them
a finished work
a trinity
This is based on a story I heard in my criminal investigation class in college. A man murdered 3 people at random with a short handle maul, then turned himself in. I've always wondered about the details. Why he did it. Why he turned himself in immediately after. True crime is fascinating.