“Excuse me? Don’t play this game here, we have talked about this. Whatever happened Tim, he probably deserved it. I found six bags of coke in his mattress, the boy definitely has another life, probably a dirty one.” Don said with a roll of his eyes.

“That doesn’t mean, he deserves to have his organs removed by a pyscopath.” Lucy hissed, she began to walk quickly towards the door. Her heart raced, her mind going blank. She watched her step as she reached the last plank going up the porch.

She kicked a few nails as she went to the door. Her hips swayed with her long curly hair that had a few leaves here and there, followed the rhythm of her hips. She looked back to see Don’s broken face. “Lu please, don’t.” He began to back away, he was tall enough to hop the fence so he did, leaving her forever.

She looked back to the door knob and began to jerk at it. Locked.

That was weird, it opened glady earlier, even the hindges made a nose to welcome them before. Now it was silent and sealed.She slammed her right side on the stubborn door, and called for Tim. The no response from him made her knuckles pressed on the door pounding wildly at it. She decided to look through window and she squinted What she saw, was heart wrenching. Past the piano and through the hall Tim’s body was being dragged. Blood was making rivers through the cracks between the floor boards.

Lu screamed and the dark figure looked behind his shoulder. She couldn’t see his face, just an evil smile. As if, he was waiting for her curiousity to come to the window and see him, with her friend.

His white gloves were covered in his blood, but she couldn’t see Tim’s face.

Lucy was shaking, she fell to her knees, her head was now forever taurmatized. She knew that moment, in middle of cold evenings she would see the image over and over, through her never waking sleep.

She couldn’t move. In fact she sat there for a very long time, her eyes wide with tears never able to shed. The door finally opened for her, by a welcoming man. He was very, very tall and he had black hair that was slick back. He wore a grey suit and matching top hat covering his face. As if he recently changed his other bloody clothes for her.

She had such an agonistic feeling as his fresh pair of gloved hands opened itself to her. His voice was smooth and welcoming. “I don’t like, to have my victims struggle, most of the time. I give them a taste of gore before I finish my work. It makes it easier, I’m sure you understand, pretty darling.”

She let him take her hand and just like that, she was already dead, just a body with no soul, she walked with him into the house. He held her hand lovingly like what her father did when she was a child.

He lead her through the halls towards the basement. Respectfully, he picked her up bridal style, since in the trance she was in, she would trip down the stairs. He didn't want her pretty face scratched up.

Lucy felt like she was watching outside her body, lingering in the basement. Although the more she thought about it, in the empty space in her mind, she felt like she had been down there since when she thought she went into the basement.

The monster, laid her down on the table strapping her body tightly on it. Her eyes began shifting nervously. She wanted to scream and shout but it was useless, Don would never hear her cries, nor her father.

"I will make it easy for you young one, since the days I have watched you, you seem like a fairly good young lady." The man leaned down to her ear his breath was cold. "Now don't be mistaken, screams of you dying would make a beautiful record but I hear the the sirens and to make my plan work, I must work fast." With the ending of his words he placed the wet poisonous cloth on her ruby lips with her body writhed into a deep sleep.