It all started on Halloween. Charlie was with a bunch of friends, and as I’ve been told, watched some scary movies, pranked their sisters, had one-too-many beers, and crashed another party. To be fair, based on previous records, Charlie was a pretty sticky-fingered guy, but it was always small things. Anyway, it was a kid’s Halloween party at their neighbor’s house. To spare the gruesome details, three of the kids died. 9-1-1 was called, and they showed up all too late. Charlie was put into jail before he even knew what he did.
He deserves it. He deserves every little minute inside that cramped, nasty, moldy jail cell. Except he’s not. Except that he’s stuck with me.
Me. Who’s me? I’m their top man. I’m the person they call when someone escapes, runs away- I hunt them down is what I’m saying. Now, you might ask, why is this prisoner, a prisoner serving multiple life sentences, stuck with me?
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