I went out to the hazel wood,Because a fire was in my head. –The Song of Wandering Aengus, W. B. Yeats Butcher Bob’s confession:- I ran into her in the alley, I remember her young face but can’t recall her name. It’s like this with most of them. I was using crutches and I asked… Leer más Chilling Whispers by M. Jay Dixit