Clark Fredericks

It wasn't even a five minute drive.

And I'm like, you know what?

It's time to go confront this piece of garbage.

I'm like, let's go see him.

And it was less than 15 minutes from me uttering those words to us hopping in my buddy's van to go drive to his house.

He's got a long driveway.

We drive halfway up the driveway.

We stop, get up.

We run up the driveway.

It's June 12th.

It's a warm summer day.

His screen door is shut, but his front door is open.

And I look in and there he is sitting there watching TV.

And it was just like watching the devil in his lair sitting there.

And the devil isn't a guy with, you know, horns coming out and a long tail and a pitchfork.

The devil is someone who sits on the historical society with little old ladies and tells jokes and who volunteers for Kiwanis Club and the Boy Scouts and the Appalachian Trail and puts on a big smile and everybody loves him.

And he's raping little boys.

That's the devil.

And that's who he was.

And I felt like my body gets stiff, like freezing, like when he would touch me, I would freeze.