Watching My Murder Go Viral
Language: en
"What’s up, guys? Guess where your boy Jax is taking you tonight?" It was the dead of night when the streamer and his crew burst through the door, hauling their lighting rigs and cameras into the hollowed-out shell of my living room. I was perched on the ceiling beam, aimlessly counting the ants marching across the wood. "Everyone remembers the Riverdale 'Wife-Slayer' case from four years ago, right?" Jax—a guy who built his career on "urban exploration" and tragedy-porn—grinned at the camera. He panned the lens around the room, the harsh LED light sweeping across the dust-choked air until…