By the time my family moved to Texarkana, Arkansas, nearly 40 years had passed since a killer terrorized the twin cities. In fact, we were unaware of the trauma the city had endured for years. As a boy, I was more intrigued by the stories my classmates shared about the Boggy Creek Monster who was rumored to prowl around the Sulphur River Bottoms near Fouke, Arkansas. But as I later learned, those stories paled in comparison to what evil lurked along the backroads of Texarkana for 10 long weeks in 1946.

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