You’ve Heard Of Zodiac, Bundy, And B.T.K. Now It’s Time You Heard About The Daylight Savings Time Killer.
"All washed up in rivers, lakes, officially listed causes of death range from exposure, alcohol poisoning and mostly commonly, drowning. All written off as accidents. College guys who got too drunk, wandered off on cold nights and fell into bodies of water or froze out in the woods. But that's not what everyone thinks."
By 
Jack Follman
“Hello,” I answered.
“Hey,” I heard Peter’s voice in the air around me and in the phone.
I looked up the flight of stairs to see Peter atop them.
“Sorry, I tried to call you, but he ran down there before I could get out of my car,” Peter reasoned. “It was just some kid dicking around.”
2 a.m. was almost here. Peter had talked me into continuing our search. It had turned potentially fruitful at just the right time.
I spotted a bearded guy who looked just a little too old to be hanging around the edge of campus who wasn’t wearing a Halloween costume. The fact he didn’t seem to really be talking to anyone also raised my wary and drew me towards him.
I strolled up, kept a safe, but interested distance and shot him a look he returned with a disinterested glance. He muttered something to himself and looked away.
I inched closer and shot him another look. He locked into this one, but it wasn’t the kind of look back I was hoping for.
He scowled at me and took heavy steps in my direction.
“What the fuck are you looking at fag?” He yelled.
“Oh shit,” I yelled back and started to stumble over myself. “It’s not what you think.”
“No, fuck you, I’m not a fag.”
Even considering the ridiculous circumstances, that word still lit a fire in me. The guy was big, quite a bit bigger than me and bulky, but I wasn’t scared of him.
