| In my sleep,
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| in my sleep last night
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| In my dream,
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| in my dream last night
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| In the dark,
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| in the dark last night
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| In the hall,
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| walked Richard Speck last night
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| [Going back. |
| Going way back. |
| Rewind. |
| Chichichichichichi. |
| Going way back to 1966.
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| My mother was talking with her sister about some nurses who were murdered up in Seattle late in the night. |
| Her description of these murders was vivid, and she
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| accurately identified with the fear that the surviving must have felt,
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| all curled
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| up underneath that bed listening to her friends get killed one at a time.
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| Waiting
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| for the moment she too would be discovered and disposed of.
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| Hence, in my overcrowded childhood mind, these murders played out time and time
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| again
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| like a sickly off-Broadway production that keeps getting revived.
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| And so, sometimes in my dreams, Richard Speck walks the hall at night.] |