Sinisterly Sweet

I write about true crime as a way to stare straight at fear instead of looking away from it. I’m less interested in what killers did and more obsessed with how they explained it, justified it, and lived beside everyone else without raising alarms. I keep circling the idea that evil is usually ordinary, polite, and boring, not theatrical or obvious. I use dark humor because it’s the only way to survive sitting with stories this heavy without going numb. I question myself constantly—why these stories stick with me, why I can’t let them go, and what that says about me. I don’t glorify the killers; I strip them down until they look small, pathetic, and human. What scares me most isn’t violence itself, but how easily it fits into everyday life. Hosted on Ausha. See ausha.co/privacy-policy for more information.