Chilling Thoughts.

I was thinking of my stepfather tonight, and it occurred to me that he could have been a serial killer in different circumstances. And then it further occurred to me that maybe he was; maybe he is the undiscovered solution to some enduring mystery of which I am unaware.

I didn’t dwell on it because it reminded me of that awful dream I had once, in which I had killed a woman and buried her body in a shallow grave in a wood near a lake. And the police were searching the area and closing in… I woke up convinced that it was a real memory, and remained so convinced for at least the next two hours. I wondered whether it had anything to do with those missing fifteen minutes for which I’ve never managed to find an explanation.