“This is a very bad idea,” Canfield’s patient said as he lay back onto the recliner.
Canfield suppressed a smile. Diminutive Toby Winslow, five foot five and built like a clothes hanger, was convinced that every time he fell asleep he became the Night Terrors Killer. It was an absurd notion. The eleven Night Terrors victims had all been found with their necks broken and their skulls caved in. The man sitting in front of him couldn’t snap…
