A little college town in Massachusetts has a problem.
The story above can give you details, but it seems someone's creeping into girlie's abodes and clipping their clothes off of them.
The press has dubbed him Jack the Snipper.
How cute.
Indrid knows though; certain behaviors are viewed by profilers as bellewhethers for worse things to come.
There's something called the homicidal triad; serial killers in their youth generally have been known to do at least 2 or all of the following three things; 1. have a fascination with fire, up to and including arson, 2. Wet the bed-the big word is enuresis. 3. Torture and or kill animals.
None of those things include sneaking into college girls' rooms and clipping their clothes off of them, leaving them unharmed. However-admit it, there's something not so cute about that. Some boy needs so badly to be close to those women, maybe even close to their clothes, so he goes to a lot of trouble to do it. And he's terribly stealthy. Yes, it is undoubtedly a boy, too-such perversions are the domain of Indrid's favorite; the disenfranchised, weird little white American male.
At the worst, right now the girlies are waking in the morning with an eerie feeling they've not been alone, and they are...cold.
But soon, we know, if he doesn't get caught by some slightly stealthier arm of the law, Jackie might get a taste for taking his snipping shears through even deeper, more tender fabric.
