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Alexa Storm: There’s a Killer in Colorado Springs

There’s a Killer in Colorado Springs

 

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It was a brisk, sunny afternoon when the Hall’s, a family of four, took a scenic drive on their vacation in Colorado Springs. As they rounded a sharp curve, their five-year-old daughter, Darcy, screamed.
Kevin Hall slammed on his brake, causing the tail end of the old pick-up to skid. It came to a stop with a jolt and his wife hit her head on the dashboard.
Molly palmed her swelling goose egg. “Shit, Kevin!”
“Bad word, Mommy,” their son, Luke, said from the backseat.
“I’m sorry.” Kevin reached out to touch her, but Molly swatted his hand away.
With all the chaos, it took a moment for the young parents to notice.
Darcy was still screaming.
“Are you hurt?” Molly asked.
Darcy’s buoyant blond curls jumped as she shook her head.
Kevin turned to face his children. “What’s wrong? Why did you start screaming?”
Darcy’s blue eyes widened as she lifted a shaky hand to point.
Luke screamed.
Kevin and Molly Hall whipped their heads around to look out the driver’s side window. She gasped; he cursed.
And all four of them stared, speechless, at the little girl standing next to the truck. Her strawberry hair, her face, and her Spongebob pajamas were drenched in blood.
“Call the cops,” Kevin told Molly before opening his door to get to the girl.

This chilling story is what brought me here—to Colorado Springs. Two days ago, the Halls discovered the only living survivor of that girl’s family. Her parents, Jamie and Ryan, and her twin sister, Blaine, were all murdered in their home. And I’m not leaving this town until the person who made Sadie Bronson an orphan is brought to justice.
I’m not a cop or a journalist. I’m just an average woman who has no place else to be. If I can help, I will. If not, I’ll be here to tell Sadie and her family’s story without all the bullshit. I’ll be updating this blog as often as I can for anyone who cares to read it.
For now, send all your positive vibes to Sadie—she’s going to need them after her life-altering, waking nightmare.

Alexa Storm

*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved.

 

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