PROLOGUE: The Mind of a Murderer

Salem.

What a nice little town.

It's sad how much I've really come to hate this place.

I wanted to like it here. I really did. I tried to make everything work out for myself.

I tried to make friends. I tried to do my best, yet still...I get no credit.

It's no matter. Nobody knows about me or what I've become.

No one would guess what lurks beneath me within my utmost core. The core of being that has become so jaded by the many injustices of this town.

I am laughing out loud as I am thinking to myself. Laughing loudly. They've all done this to me. All of them. No one in this forsaken place deserves any mercy. They certainly don't deserve it after everything they've all done.

Ahhh how the warm hearth of this fireplace feels so good on this chilling september evening. I have to bring my plan into action. What better time than now to begin?

I will bring this town to its knees. I will have my delicious revenge.

I can practically feel it now. This impulse has become almost irresistible.

There is only one answer to the rage that is torturing me.

I will commit my first act of murder.

I will break the deepest of all taboos.

I will not find guilt, not anxiety and not fear, but freedom.

Anything and anyone that stands in my way can be swept away by the simple act of annihilation:

Murder.