Evil’s Bare Fangs
Kevin McCullough > Column
Thursday, September 11, 2025
The force of the flying metal hit his neck and vein before the sound of the shot could be heard. The pain of a knife blade in her neck and chest did its damage even before she could process the thought of an assailant standing over her. The little ones couldn’t begin to understand what was happening as the deafening sounds filled their school’s chambers.
