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By 9 p.m., Emma Lou Sharp was getting worried.

20-year-old Emm. was a black woman who lived with her mother in a humble home on the east side of Atlanta.

It's July the 1st, 1911.

Earlier that night, Imaloo's mother, Lena, had left the house telling her daughter

that she was going to make a quick trip to the market.

After about an hour, Imaloo starts to get worried.

And for good reason, rumors of a killer who preferred black women as his victims had been swirling for months in Atlanta's black community.

It's July, so it would have been a warm, humid summer night when Imaloo heads out into the streets in search of her mom.

The trees above her are filled with buzzing cicadas as she walks down the secluded Hanover Street.

Her family lived on Hanover, a street in East Atlanta nestled against the city's mighty seaboard rail line.

It's a dark night and Imalu isn't getting any help from street lamps.

They don't exist in this part of Atlanta, so it's likely she's carrying a small lantern as she begins her one-woman search.

With each step into the night, she grows more uneasy.

She's heard the story of Addie Watts being killed just a few weeks earlier, not too far from where she and her mother lived.

As she approaches the simple wood-framed mercantile

store her mother had set out for, she desperately hopes to find her inside. This place,

it's not new to her. She's walked the dirt floor aisles many times as a little girl

holding her mother's hand as she shopped for weekly groceries.

Himaloo pushes open the creaking door, looking past the freshly butchered meat hanging from the ceiling and neatly kept rows of vegetables. She pans her eyes left, then right, straining,

hoping. No sign of her mother. She turns towards the counter to get the attention of the store

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