Blood curdling screams emanated from all corners of the padded cell. One bed, linen sheets blindingly white, unruffled and seemingly unslept in; at least that was what one would believe if they walked into the tidy sleeping quarters of Charlie McWade at Grey Stone Asylum. The Asylum was home to only the most extreme cases of the mentally insane, and many would place their money that Charlie once known as Chuck McWade, won the award for being possibly the most dangerous human being to ever walk the halls, triumphing over the entire pack of deadly patients. He was the mental case that could silence any other with a single blood thirsty glower, one he had often times given his victims before slaughtering them mercilessly. Chuck McWade the mass serial killer, who had taken the lives of countless innocent pedestrians, young or old, black or white, man or woman, if you were breathing you were in danger of being the next one found in a mass grave along the side of a fecund Mississippi swamp ground. Some believed that the cause behind so many disappearances in the North South would never be revealed, day after day millions lived in fear that a brother, sister, mother, father, cousin, aunt, uncle, grandfather or grandmother would be the next to vanish without a trace, that is until a group of obfuscated Floridian teenagers taking a road up North made the immense mistake of misreading a map and found themselves driving down a parochial road in the mid of Mississippi swamp ground. None were prepared for what they would see, as their car slugged through the dense muck beneath the tires then pop, suddenly and unexpectedly they were presented with a flat tire. But what cause this flat tire you ask? Well, the sharp edge of a human rib of course, sticking through a particularly deep and thick patch of mud. By the time the tow truck arrived the teens had dug a 3 foot deep hole and the gruesome site of three or four human skeletons scarred each of their memories to this day. Later many more mass graves would be found with an estimated body count of 469 located, all murdered in the exact same way, impaled by a sharp blade through the neck, not far enough to kill the person but just enough for them to feel excruciating pain, then followed by the dismembering of the limbs and finally the burning of the corps's. Charlie McWade stood trial for his gruesome deeds, it took the jury only 6 minutes 48 seconds to find him guilty of all charges. McWade was deemed by a bona fide judge mentally insane, most people became enraged by this jurisdiction believing he should have been thrown into the electric chair and done away with. To this day Charlie McWade lies silently in his cell at Grey Stone Asylum, bed seemingly untouched and food never eaten, all the time wondering what extenuating circumstances had led to the adventitious revealing of his unlawful acts.
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