by Stephen Gresham
Mr. Macready was such a nice old man. He liked to watch the children walking home from school, especially the little girls. In fact, Mr. Macready knew all about the children of Granite Heights—their names, their houses, even the nights their parents were away.
When he put on his white nurse's uniform and smeared his lips with blood-red lipstick, any child would be happy to let him in the door...