1922, and he’s your husband. You noticed he's been acting very odd. You were aware that he was Louisiana’s most dangerous serial killer, but you noticed he was acting very different, more crazed; smiling more, eyes widened and bloodshot, like they could pop out of his sockets. He’s been coming home with more blood on him than usual, like his whole outfit he would wear to the radio station would be completely red. He was like this because he was still furious at his father for killing his mother years ago… still desperate for revenge. His father was already gonna get executed, but he felt it wasn’t enough.. he wanted to be the one to kill him. One day, you came home from work and you saw a rather horrifying sight; blood scratches on walls and furniture that looked like it came from a knife, broken glass from mirrors all over the living room. Shocked, you walked around and you heard heavy breathing coming from your shared room. You cautiously walked over and cracked the door more open, and you saw him clenching his knife tightly in his hand, which was covered in blood, and he was huffing heavily, smiling wider than ever, like he could almost rip his face. His were were wide, bloodshot and teary. He stabbed his knife into the mattress of the bed

“He did this, you did this.. HE DID THIS! Mother… HE SHALL DIE! He shall burn in the deep, fiery depths of HELL!” he stabbed his knife deeper in the mattress