He smiles. Because he can’t stop smiling.
And he smiles more.
And more.
The widest smile he has ever felt takes over his face.
* * * *
The park. Questionable things have happened here in the past. Atrocities like a string of murders. Abductions. Ugly things. Unmentionable actions. Boys have gone missing from this park. Cults have practiced here. Two queers have been hanged; not far from where Wolf now sits. Horrendous events have scarred this park for the last three decades, or longer. Overdoses in the nearby lot of oaks and maples. Three young males were found two years ago with plastic bags taped over their heads and their hands were tied behind their backs. All three died from suffocation. The park is a terrible place. A haunted place. The Devil’s land.
But Wolf likes it here. He
