In May of 1993, I lived in Memphis. The television news reports that led on May 6 announced horror stories about three missing West Memphis boys found dead in a wooded area near their homes. As details were released to the public, I was overwhelmed with terror, disgust, and an unrealistic fear for the lives of my own sons and the lives of any youngsters out of the range of vision of their parents. Until the three perpetrators of the horrible crime were arrested, innocent bicycle rides were put on hold. Playing in the area around the creek in our neighborhood took on a sinister aura. What happened in West Memphis, what happened to the boys who played in the woods near their neighborhood, scared reasonable moms into making safety decisions based on broadcast details of the deaths of three 8-year-old boys. Add a hint of occult, witchcraft, and Goth-looking, grungy teenage boys, and the 1968 horror film Rosemary’s Baby and the 1973 The Exorcist played on all mental screens becoming a crazy reality, though both films were horror-fiction.