There it lay: a lifeless body, staring right at me. Blood was trickling down his face as if it were a waterfall. Splattered all over the ceiling was blood. His agonizing scream could still be heard in my ears. He begged for mercy, but I still did it. Behind me was his mother, weeping for her son. She was next. I approached her. She was frozen in fear. Slowly, I drove out a knife from my back pocket and waved it around at her face. Her eyes were fixed on it. I gently impaled her stomach with it and she screamed in a pitch higher than her son's. Her screams were music to my ears. Blood oozed out of her like how the jam in a donut would if you squashed it. I yanked the knife out of her and began to slice her throat. This time blood sprayed out of it and went onto my clothes, making me furious. How dare a foolish human spray their blood onto my clothes? I threw the knife with such a force, that it went through her chest and came out of the other side. Then I smashed her skull open with a nearby chair. I proceeded to walk out of her house and take the path towards my home.

I am The Shadow.