I was a little girl growing up about 20 miles away from where John Wayne Gacy ran his boys school from hell. I can remember getting ready for school, watching my mother sit by the radio with her steaming coffee mug, eyes gazing wide and frightened as she listened to the news reports of the latest body pulled from the house.

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