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
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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, all curled
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up underneath that bed listening to her friends get killed one at a time. 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 again
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like a sickly off-Broadway production that keeps getting revived. And so, sometimes in
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my dreams, Richard Speck walks the hall at night.]
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Richard Speck
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The Gun Club |