Alaina Urquhart

Now in the months after this, or the month after this.

Eight months.

What the fuck, brother?

So in the month after this, Dennis kept a pretty low profile.

He went to work, occasionally went to the bars, but mostly he stayed at home and avoided inviting anyone back to his apartment.

Gee, I wonder why.

At times, he said he considered turning himself in and confessing.

I doubt it.

But the thought of spending the rest of his life in jail was enough to deter him from doing that.

Besides, he had no intention of doing anything like that ever again.

So he said, you know what?

I fucked up.

Yeah, he was like, you know what, I'm not going to do it again.

So he continued to live his low-key life for several months until the secret under his floorboards became a little too much to bear, at least in his own mind.

One night in October 1979, he pulled up the floorboards in the kitchen and removed the desiccated body of Stephen from the hiding space and carried it out to the back garden under the cover of darkness.

There he had built a small bonfire and he placed Stephen Holmes' body into the bonfire and stood and watched the flames engulf every part that it would.

Once the fire had burned away all it was capable of destroying, he put the fire out and removed the remaining bone fragments and he buried that in the backyard.

Maybe it was because he'd rid himself of his terrible secret under the floorboards of the kitchen, or maybe he just lost his ability to control his clear impulses here.

Whatever the case, within a month of destroying Stephen Holmes' remains, Dennis seemed to have forgotten his promise to himself about not committing another violent act.

Out of feeling.