Norm Miller

Culler Norm Miller

He's a Culler. He doesn't kill women...he culls them; just the way his mother taught him. The candidate's eyes were as large as saucers. Her face was stark white and he could see and sense her abject fear. Although he couldn't see the girl's face, he was certain her eyes and facial expression matched the candidate's and he sensed she, too, was frightened. He made sure the two of them could make eye contact above the hand held over her mouth. "It's time to have some fun," he said, so quietly he was fairly certain even the girl he held close to him hadn't heard. The women die but that's his mother's fault, not his. It's unfortunate that the children must die too but what choice does he have? If he let them go they would tell people what he'd done; even if they promised not to. Even worse, they might tell his mother. She wouldn't care about what he does to the women; they're all dirty sluts and useless whores anyway. But, she'd be very unhappy with him if she found out what he's doing to the children. That scares him more than anything. Can Detective Steven Glass find him before he culls another? Not if Roger Rabbit has anything to say about it