On September, 13th, 1973 Thomas Hewitt more known as Leather Face, sharpened the axe in his workshop. Yesterday's mess-up made him fury. How, how could she run away, escape from his simple and clear world? Where is she now? Is she running to the police department? Is she calling for help? But who will believe her? No, here there can be no complications at all. But nevertheless it would be good to find the little girl. Somewhere a muffled shot rang out. Leather Face thought that it would be good, if this shot had been connected with yesterday's victim. A minute later phone rang out. The uneasy girl wanted to see the sheriff urgently. The business took more and more intense turn. Perhaps, it is a high time to take a gasoline-powered saw and go to welcome young visitors, who so unexpectedly appeared in the neighbouring village.
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