“The Smile Behind the Knife”
By John Benson
Published in The Bleeding Ledger – A Crime Magazine
He was a man an Earth Angel Master Magical Healer who minded his own business. He didn’t ask for much—just truth, peace, and to be left the hell alone. But evil doesn’t leave the good alone. It circles them like wolves around a campfire, waiting for the flame to dim.
They came for him. A Canadian couple—respectable on paper, rotten to the core. Satanic, if you believe in that sort of thing. They didn’t need his money. They had their own. But greed is a beast that eats even the rich.
They didn’t steal because they were desperate. They stole because it thrilled them. Because destroying someone like him—honest, quiet, maybe even kind—was a game. A sacrifice, maybe. Or a dare between devils.
She was blonde. She smiled like salvation but moved like a curse. She would laugh with you at dinner and then hand you over to the gallows by morning. He thought she was a person. She was a weapon.
And the man who was once her lover—God help him—was just as bad. Worse, maybe. Because he knew him. Knew the victim. Called him family. While the blonde sharpened the knife, the ex held him down.
They didn’t just take his money. They took his name. His mind. Or tried to. They stole his medical records and rewrote them into click here madness. Paid off the right liars. Claimed he was unfit. Unwell. Insane.
But he wasn’t.
They knew it. That’s why they had to lie.
It was a con, a long one. A forged power of attorney. A judge here, a doctor there, a whisper campaign behind his back. They told people he had lost his mind—so they could take what was his without a fight.
And what they took was no karmic justice small thing.
An inheritance. A home. His future.
This man, the victim—they wanted him gone. Not just silenced. Gone. When lies didn’t work, they tried fear. Stalking. Poisoning. Magic, if you can believe it. He moved cities. They followed. Close enough to breathe his air. To steal his mail. To watch him undress through a lens hidden in a light fixture.
He wasn’t supposed to survive this.
But he did.
Because truth has a spine. And he never lost his.
There’s someone now. An official. Maybe a cop. Maybe a clerk with eyes too honest for this world. They saw the cracks. Asked the right questions. Dug deep.
And what they found?
Fraud. Theft. A conspiracy years deep. The blonde. The ex. And a third—someone in the family. Maybe more. The names are stacking up like empty bottles on a bar counter.
There will be indictments. There will be trials. They’ll need lawyers—good ones. Because justice has click here taken interest. The debts are due.
And the man they called crazy?
He’s still standing.
So if you’ve been lied about, robbed blind, called insane by the truly evil—take this as gospel:
They know you're still here.
And they are terrified.
Not of the law. check here Not even of jail.
They’re terrified because you didn’t break.
Because you’re walking toward justice—and they can’t stop it.
The truth is coming like winter. Cold. Relentless. And final.
It doesn’t need to shout. read more It just needs to walk in the room.