Halloween. The night when you're expected and encouraged to embrace your murderous side. The night when a homicidal maniac could walk the streets in blood stained clothes only to get compliments on his costume. The night all horror lovers look forward to.
Some people, however, take this night a bit extremely. For whatever reason, their minds snap, and soon the murders become real. The sweetest, kindest pacifist could go on a killing spree. A life loving vegan could chop off their fiancé's fingets for a midnight snack. Yes, Halloween can be deadly.
Mutants aren't immune to this. As one young teen proved this Halloween night, they can go just as crazy, become just as twisted. He and his brothers lived in the sewers, and he was by far the least likely to seek out a fight. It makes sense that it would be the scientist to go mad, fitting the ever popular cliche.
I am the narrator of this maniac's story. I don't have a name; to people like me, names aren't important. Call me whatever you'd like. In this story, I am only the narrator, simply relaying the story of our killer'a wonderful night to you, but I get to have fun with it. After all, simply giving you the story on a silver platter is boring.
So here's how it works: The events of this story take place from midnight to just as the sun rises at dawn. Every day, I'll tell you what happened for thirty minutes of this time, in chronological order, until eight days have passed and so has the story. On the tenth and final day, you'll hear from me again.
Each night, one more half hour of horror and disturbing content will be given to your corruptable little minds. So I look forward to seeing you again, as I'm sure you look forward to seeing me.
Be ready. The time is starting, now.
12:00 a.m.