Deadly Occupants

by Mads Rafferty

Shadows hide secrets within the depths of their darkness.

There is nothing better than fall, the way in which the earth seems to hug us, cocooning us in its cozy grip. Fall is the season for reading. Fall is the season for pumpkin-spiced drinks. Fall is the season for sweaters. Fall is my definition of peace, the utter epitome of relaxation.

I’m not sure why women love true crime, but I am one of them. Perhaps it’s because we know that our safety is always at risk and by indulging in true crime, we’re able to work through our deepest fears. Or perhaps female rage is present within all of us, and we just want to scream fuck you to the psychopaths.