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Well, Sam was a peculiar man.

I was not allowed to keep a magazine and he wouldn't let me have a radio and he wouldn't let me go to the neighbors to watch television.

And if I turned on the electric fan at night, he'd turn it off and he wanted me to go to bed early.

Said I would keep him awake.

So in other words, I just let it get on my nerves, I reckon.

Hmm.

I didn't have any business doing it.

And what she did, just added a little something extra to dessert, and not for the first time.

And they got a small beam of light against the mirror.

I'm a real, weird, stuff.

It was a doctor who caught it, an intern at the very beginning of his medical career, Dr. W. Dean Heidi.

His patient, Sam Doss, was sick.

The 58-year-old employee of the Oklahoma State Highway Department was admitted to a Tulsa hospital with fever,

abdominal pain, vomiting, low blood pressure. He was short of breath, complained of chest pain and

dizziness. At first, it looked like a bad case of the flu. Repeated tests found nothing,

and yet the man was clearly fighting for his life.

Eventually, he was diagnosed with a severe infection in his digestive tract, and it was severe. It took more

than three weeks for Sam Doss to stabilize and recover. Yet no sooner had the man recovered enough to be discharged and

sent home, then he died. Standing over Sam Doss's body, Dr. Heidi flatly refused to sign a

death certificate until an autopsy was performed. And what that autopsy revealed was the work of a plump, rosy-cheeked,

jovial and eccentric serial killer.

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