Prologue

2020

"Evelyn, did you run up to the pharmacy to get my prescription today?" Thomas Hudson yelled from the living room as he read from his book.

"Yes" His wife walked through the door frame setting the bottle of pills on the table in front of him, Thomas grumbled leaning forward to reach for them along with the water. His back cracking and aching as he leaned back into his chair swallowing the pills down, rinsing them down with the water.

"Your back hurting you dear?" Taking a seat, Evelyn turned on the TV as a background noise for her knitting.

"Yes" Thomas grumbled relaxing back down into the seat to read more of his book, one that he's read just about three other times. Evelyn slipped on her glasses rocking her recliner chair, starting on a blanket she'd bought a pattern for down at the market earlier.. Not soon later after that, she was startled with the snoring from her husband. After almost fifty five years of sleeping next to him, she'd never really gotten over his horrendous snoring.

Fixing her glasses that had fell down her nose, Evelyn got back to the blanket for her grandson and his beautiful wife. A knock came from the door, setting everything down she muted the television while getting up. Looking out the peephole she didn't see anything then looked out the window, still nothing. Not wasting her time, she went back to sit down. Going onto her second row of knitting, there was yet again another knock. Once more she went to the door still not seeing anyone there.

Double checking to make sure the door was in fact locked, Evelyn stood around the corner of the other room so that when it knocked again she would get there quicker. Standing for what seemed like hours, the knock was louder, more quicker this time. Hurrying, she looked through the peephole and again didn't see anyone standing there.

"Thomas" Evelyn whispered going over to her husband "Thomas"

Shaking him awake she whispered again "Thomas!"

Sitting up quickly, he cussed under his breath holding his side where the pain shot up to his spine. Glaring up at his wife he hissed "What do you want, can't you see that I'm reading?"

Ignoring his grumbling she pointed to the door. "There is someone who keeps coming at the door, knocking and running away."

"It's probably those teenagers across the street, you and I both know that they have disciplinary problems. Oh, hell most of this world has problem kids these days."

"You are so grumpy!"

"Blame the old age." Thomas laid back down, closing his eyes to try and fit another nap in. The knock came back and Evelyn looked down to see Thomas looking to the door with a pissed expression on his face.

"See!" Watching as her husband stood up she watched as he went over to the door doing the same his wife had done. "Nobody is there, they knock and run."

Trying the same tactic as his wife, Thomas stood behind the wall while waiting until the next knock. After minutes of waiting there was another one. Thomas charged at the door practically ripping it open after unlocking it.

"You damn kids!" Thomas yelled walking out onto his porch "You better grow some balls that you were born with and come show yourselves!"

"Your mouth" Evelyn warned him

"Come out now!" Thomas yelled louder looking around the dark yard that was just illuminated by the street lights from above. "Don't you knock on my doors again unless you show your damn face!"

Coming in the house, he slammed it shut. "God, damn kids they think that they are funny these days. I'll show them."

Limping into the back of the house, he came out with a baseball bat.

"What are you going to do with that?" Evelyn asked wide eyed as her husband hid behind the wall. Bringing his finger to his mouth to hush her, they waited in anticipation for the next one. Instead, the house was filled with silence. "I think they left us alone."

"Damn right" Thomas nodded throwing the bat down sitting back on the couch. Just as they were settling back down, Evelyn gasped at cat who hissed running out of the kitchen into the living room and through down to the hallway back to the bedrooms. "Now that damn thing is going to start acting up. I hated the thing the moment your grandson and his wife brought that damn thing here."

"What was that?" Evelyn walked closer to her husband ignoring his grumbling. Hearing another little bang coming from the kitchen she grasped the sofa arm. "What if they are in the house?"

"Then they would be stupid, because they would be breaking and entering." Taking his bat, Thomas stalked into the dark kitchen after hearing yet another noise. Turning around his wife was following behind slowly "Just stay there Eve, there's nothing you can do if the kids are in here. Just get the phone in case I have to call 911 on these assholes kids. They'll just have to learn the hard way."

Doing as she was told, Thomas continued into the dark kitchen. Remembering the light switch was on the other side of the room, he quietly made his way over there. His bat hitting the side of the counter, startled him as the sound multiplied in the quiet room. Though the shuffle in the room didn't go unnoticed.

"Who's here?" Thomas raised his baseball bat, a shadow running across the door from the inside. "Show yourself now dammit!"

"Hello, Thomas" The chilling voice was against his neck. Turning around slowly, Thomas raised his bat going to swing it. "I don't think so"

A slice went through his arm making Thomas cry out in pain dropping the bat onto the floor. Gripping his arm in pain, Thomas clutched the counter for support to cause him from falling.

"I'd say that you're a little shocked I'm showing you, don't you think?" The tall figure titled his head, laughing hysterically as Thomas looked up at him helplessly.

"Go to hell" The older man spit

"Oh... well I've already been there, but thanks for the offer." Raising his knife over his body

"RUN EVELYN!" Thomas screamed in warning to his wife.

"What's going on?" Evelyn held the phone close to her chest as she ran into the kitchen. Holding her breath she watched her husband fall to the ground clutching his chest as blood poured down the counter. The figure turned around cocking his head before running for her next.

Running as fast as her feet and weak knees would take her, Evelyn ran down the hallway shutting her bedroom door. Limping over to the phone on the nightstand she remembered she didn't lock the door. Running over for the door, she reached out just as it swung open.

"Oh, God no!" She cried out, the room too dark to see his face as she pleaded for her life. "Please let me go, I don't know who you are! I never saw you, please spare me."

The figure's boots, walked thickly on the hardwood floor over to the woman the same knife dripping blood onto the floor. Evelyn cried covering her face as she backed herself into a wall, closing her eyes as the figure cornered her between two walls.

"I don't think so" Was all the figure said before raising the knife, stabbing her over and over again until she fell to the ground, unmoving. Taking the knife out, the made figure making its mark before fleeing out the back door.

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"Evelyn and Thomas Hudson" Detective Morris has said to his intern "911 Operator heard the attack on the phone when the wife called. We got here as soon as we could but we were too late."

Ian, the intern wrote down everything on a notepad as he listened to his boss talk about the case.

"Both victims had lightening marks on their hips, meaning that the chance of another possible attack is high. Meaning that we are going to have be on high alert for everyone."

"We're possibly looking at a serial killer?" Ian gulped looking up from his notebook

"What we're looking at is someone who came in and murdered innocent people, people are psycho's Ian and our job is to stalk them out and catch them, serial or not." Detective Morris watched as the gurney took the covered woman out of the house "Who knows what this person might do next"

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