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with a body count

totaling over 35

that the authorities know of.

It's not that he

killed that many

but the way in which he did so.

Most of Bills victims were

missing men and women.

Runaways, hookers, you name it.

He would snatch 'em

up off the street

then transport them

to his barn compound

where he proceeded

to torture and kill

with various pieces

of farm equipment,

even parts of one victim

were found inside freshly

made bales of hay.

- Hookers in the hay?

And you call me a freak.

Now that guy sounds

like a super freak,

he's super freaky.

- Okay, you two are a

different level of freak,

and by the way, one is not

better than the other, trust me.

- There are like three

different murder sites alone

right in the neighborhood

were we'll be staying,

including our friend

Butcher Bill's barn.

We're definitely checking

out all three sites

and taking selfies to document.

- Oh my God, what have

I gotten myself into?

A weekend of this sh*t?

- Did someone say selfie?

Selfie time, yes.

(camera clicks)

Our chariot awaits.

- Oh my God,

- you have got to be...

- be shitting me.

- Howdy city folk,

how was the ride up?

- In retrospect, luxurious.

- Well, she may not

be much to look at,

but old Betsy here will

get us where we need to go.

(trunk slams shut)

(deep, dark, eerie music)

- What brings y'all all

the way up to these parts

I mean, why would you come here?

- Well for one, we're bored

out of our f***ing minds,

but from the looks of this,

I honestly don't think this

was the brightest idea.

- Actually, what my friend

here is trying to say is

this town is filled with

such a rich history.

We couldn't help but be drawn

to experience it first-hand,

There's no place we'd rather be.

- History?

I'm not aware of much of

anything goin' on around here

to be makin' any

kind of history.

- Serial killers.

The history of serial killers.

Apparently you guys in

this town are trying to

corner the market.

- [Driver] I don't know what

you all heard about this town,

but that kinda stuff,

killin' and all,

that happens everywhere,

not just here.

You're talkin' about

Butcher Bill and the likes

of him I reckon.

Well, he's done long gone

down in the penitentiary,

rottin' away.

We all good people up here now.

Besides, it wasn't

always Bills fault.

Sometimes them whores

be comin' in from the city,

be comin' up, stirring

up all sorts of trouble.

Trouble that makes it

hard to stay out of.

- Hey f***-face, what're

you f***in' lookin' at?

(engine blows)

- Oh sh*t!

(car screeches)

- Pop the trunk.

Today, pop the trunk.

Kevin, how far is

it to the house?

- It's about another

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