This is a story not a review about a book! One Month Earlier "Jerichooooooooo", when are we going to get there?" Alex whined from his uncomfortable spot in the passenger seat of the small Nissan Micra. "Not for another hour Alex ", I replied to the small hyper boy. Over the last couple weeks Alex had really opened up to me. He started talking and smiling. The only thing I had to do was to get to his family and brutally torture and kill them. Simple. "Well , I'm bored. Can we at least turn on the radio?" He asked I chuckled and replied " sure, Alex." He bounced excitedly in his seat like a puppy, before reaching out to press the buttons. The words to queen bohemian rhapsody came blaring through the speakers that were literally right next to our ears. Alex then turned it up to a ridiculous volume before he started singing along with his piercing voice. I just simply just gave him my award charming smile and just listened to both of their voices that wasn't in tune with each other. Alex said to me he wanted to be a singer and travel the world do world tours. I don't think that's ever going to happen, with a voice like that only dying cats would listen to that We were on our way to a small town called Beaminster in Dorset. I had been doing my research, as I needed to have a place ready for when my plan comes together, and that I had also heard that a young women had killed herself there and apparently the house she did it in still has her soul roaming around and on some particular nights she can be seen with a horrifying expression on her face like she is still be tortured by rusty old chains and broken rope and hot ion rods that are normally used to brand a horse. According to the legend she has left behind a note on a small bit of parchment , unfortunately it has never been read as it had gone missing when the women had died. I even did some research about her death. It turns out that her husband had started beating her up as he though she was boring and she is a useless mother as their son had started going into bad crimes, and that when he had come home he would give his mother a very bad time, always leaving behind a few bruises on her body. So then I also read that she had enough one day and had got someone to torture her using ion hot rods and ropes. I was very good at finding out the ways people had died and how long it would take for them to stop breathing and let their souls leave their body. I guess that's a killers inquisitive mind. "Jericho, are you thinking about anymore ways you are going to punish people?, you're getting that evil look on your face once again. You know the one where you look dark and empty and look like your soul has been drained out by the dark and deep history of your past." "Yea, I was. Sorry for not listening to whatever you seemed to be saying a while ago" I replied. at finding out ways people