1939. “Murderer…”  The hollow, ethereal voice did not rouse Robert at first. He merely shifted in his bedsheets. “Murderer…”  The second time drew him toward waking, but his eyes were slow to open. “Murderer…”  When at last he was awake enough to realize that the voice was no dream, Robert’s eyes shot open to see, … Continue reading 16: You Cannot Kill Me Again