Prologue: I Handed You A Knife And My Heart

I am here to tell you a story. A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best, there are no words to describe the stark and utter horror of the causes that succumbed me into insanity. I tell you this from death. Now let the story begin.

Chapter 1: Empty Eyes Accuse A Face So Evil

I was just a local sketch artist by the name of Shawn before the horrible change of events happened. It was dawn in the small town of Slough in England during the year 1898. I was lying in bed next to my only love of seven years Annabel. As soon as I saw the first rays of sunlight pour through the window I decided to roll over and wake Annabel with a kiss. But when I set my lips on hers, they were terribly cold. I looked at Annabel, and all I saw was a lifeless body that had once been so beautiful. My one and only love has been murdered. I wondered and panicked about who would have done this to her. But I couldn't think of anyone. There was no one, but me. I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't believe it. I would never hurt Annabel for anything much less murder her. What would provoke me to do this? I just begged that this whole thing was a horrible nightmare. It just had to be.

It just had to.

Chapter 2: Two Sweaty Hands Will Fail To Lock The Door

Overwhelmed with panic and paranoia, I convinced myself that I was being watched and that someone somewhere knew what I have done. Just the sight of Annabel's body blurred the lines of boundary between fantasy and reality. I just wanted to run away and try to gather my composure, but instead i controlled the urge and gave Annabel a kiss one last time, and closed her eyes with the gentle touch of my blood-soaked fingertips. The goodbyes took over my mind and my apparent madness came back with a vengeance. I wanted to pretend it was all a dream but I knew that I couldn't deny what horrid crime I had commit. I accepted my fate, so I hid Annabel's body and set out into the night.