I met him, fifteen years ago, sitting in a room, staring at a wall, not seeing the wall, looking past the wall - inhumanly patient, waiting for some secret, silent alarm to trigger him off. I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face and, the blackest eyes... the Devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply...evil. Death has come to your little town, Sheriff.

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