Every day, thousands of unsuspecting Clevelanders pass by sites of unspeakable horror. Parks, flowery memorials, and asphalt paving may fool the unwary, but they can’t hide what lies beneath — a legacy of charred corpses, gangland shootings, bodies chopped like raw meat or blown to bloody bits. Scary movies and haunted houses will do for cheap thrills. But for screaming, gut-wrenching terror, look no further than the end of your street.
This article appears in Oct 28 – Nov 3, 1999.
