What would you do if overnight your peaceful town was turned into the setting of a real life horror movie?

For many of us who have loved watching slasher flicks over the years, pretty easy for us to picture how a town might respond to a series of vicious murders.

We might think of the atmosphere of fear, the heightened police presence,

residents buying up an arsenal of weapons.

We might think a journalist reporting from the scene of the crime,

or the sheriff from mayor, trying to quell a panic with reports that they were honing in on a suspect.

For most of us, this all thankfully exists in the realm of fantasy.

We have these images in our head mostly because we've seen movies where the stuff happens

on top of all the true crime podcast and documentaries we've consumed where images like this or at least referred to.

Luckily when the movie or podcast or docu series ends, we get to go back to our comparatively humdrum, safe, normal lives.

But what if it wasn't a movie, and what if it didn't end?

For many residents of Gainesville, Florida in the late summer of 1990, this was exactly

what happened.

The first sign that something was off wasn't even violent.

It was the fact that Christina Powell, the youngest of seven and last to leave home, hadn't called her parents

after moving into her new apartment near the University of Florida.

Maybe her parents thought.

She was just busy.

Maybe, as so many college kids do, she was behaving a little less than responsibly, excited

to begin a new adventure of adulthood in a new city.

Maybe she was taken in Gainesville's beaches or partying with her neighbors.

But then a day passed, and she still hadn't called.

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