I agree Lizzybeth...
Not a day goes by that I am not consumed by this. I have had to stop myself from driving by her house the last 2 days on the way home from getting my daughter. Of course, yesterday, I saw forensics at the 7 eleven on the corner of Portsmouth Blvd and City Park, getting a slurpee. Made me wonder what else they were trying to obtain that they did not get previously. I did not feel very hopeful.
I live in a nice area, but last night, my dogs wanted to go outside and I was terrified of letting them out for fear that when I opened the back door, somebody(s) would be hiding in my back yard waiting for me to open the door and bust in and do the horrible killing to my family. Needless to say, I woke my hubby up and explained why I was afraid to let the dogs out. For some reason, I seem to think there are a group of thrill killers out there who got there first crime under their belt and are looking for more. I derive this therory from something I heard again, might be roomer, but apparently the killer(s) wrote her friends names on the wall in her blood. This reminds me of the Charles Manson murders. They did not stop at one. I hate this fear. I have been praying not only for the killer to be found, the family to be able to find some type of relief was the killer is found, but I also pray that I will release my fear. I hate living in this fear of the fact that I could be next? kwim?