I Am Not a Serial Killer

Small town, big terror.

Someone is killing people in the middle of nowhere, leaving behind puddles of black oil which stain paradise.

Into this odd mystery rides a teen boy troubled by home life and the crushing feeling he himself could be a serial killer in the making.

He claims to be a sociopath, and hanging around mom’s work at the local mortuary doesn’t help with his doom ‘n gloom view of the world.

While the identity of the real killer is revealed fairly early, that doesn’t keep things from getting progressively creepier and more surprising.

One to seek out.

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