by Ryn Gargulinski | Mar 25, 2013 | Blogski Archives, column, danger, gross stuff, life
The next time you hear a knock at your door, it might be a bleeding young woman. If it’s the same one who came to my door, she’ll be standing there, apparently in anguish, with bright-red droplets plopping from her face onto your porch. As a true crime...
