A small black trash bag, thrown into a dumpster, left, and found by me. I drop the bag with a scream and inch back watching as the contents spill out of the bag through wide eyes. A severed hand, with a wedding band still in tact but no ring, a shriveled up tongue, fading gray eyes drying like a withering grape turning into a raisin by the intense heat of the sun, and finally a pair of ears, ripped from somebodies skull.

I can't stop shaking, stumbling back into the dumpster, breaking out into a cold sweat, I fall back, hitting my head on the corner of the dumpster, feeling the warm stickiness of blood. The metallic scent is over bearing and I can feel myself loosing focus.

I know what's happening here, it's on the tip of my tongue but it's just surfacing.

The man, the bag, the notes the book.

Chapter five: Justice in god.

She was a gorgeous girl I saw, with buttery blonde hair and steel like gray eyes, she was dressed in a red dress; very suitable for a devil in disguise.

Amelia Ferguson.

Age 23.

Amelia had recently gotten engaged... Her husband was a kind, but weak old man, twenty years her senior.

Her ring glimmered in the moon light, people couldn't help but turn their heads in awe.

But while her husband was laying asleep, her red lips were staining her wine glass.

She'd turn her head up and laugh,

a younger man, seemed to be the predator.

But in reality, he was nothing more then prey.

She, Amelia Ferguson, is the devil. A disgusting harlot. And as I watch her thrust a slim leg into a taxi, following the man in suit, I knew something had to be done.

She was controlling him, seducing him with large breasts and a shiny smile.

But what laid between her legs was pure venom.

"Where too?" I ask leaning across the back seat, meeting Amelia's eyes with my own...

I scream sitting up in a white room, held down by wires, where am I? I think looking around, it doesn't take me long to deduce that I was laying in a hospital.

I start to think about the turn of events, first I see a man, he's reading the diary of a serial killer, he leaves and like an idiot I follow him, I hide while he throws a trash bag into a dumpster, once again, like an idiot I find the bag and open it, in it I find a hand with a wedding band, no ring, a pair of eyes, a pair of ears, and a tongue. I fell back into the dumpster and knocked myself out.

I feel the bandage wrapped around my head.

But I was missing something, before I knocked myself out something happened...

"Oh my god.."

"He's copying the book."

The address the man rattled was a random building in some upscale apartment complex.

I didn't pay much attention I didn't have to.

I look at my young angel in disguise meeting his deep brown eyes.

"All will end well my friend." I whispered.

The slut stayed quiet.

I pulled up to the apartment complex and the man got out.

"See ya'" he called over his shoulder

the car doors clicked with the sound of a lock

"This my dear, will be the last thing you ever hear." I said with a smile as she screamed.

"Good evening Miss Stone." A young man says with a small smile as he walks in interrupting my thoughts.

His eyes were hidden behind thick black frames.

"Hi."

"You took quite a spill there, your family and friends are outside, their awfully worried about you. But there's a officer here to see you as well, are you up to answering a few questions?"

I nod my head as he smiles and leaves.

A woman walks in then, in a police uniform, she wasn't on the older side, mid twenties at most, but her hair was graying quickly.

"Hello there Miss Stone, my name is commander Nelson I have a few questions for you about the trash bag you found in the alley way."

And before I know it I'm spurting out information, the book, the notes, the man, the following him...

"Do you know what could have happened to you if you got caught following him?" She screams scolding me over and over about leaving things to the police, before she asks for a full description of the man that is.

"Aren't you going to ask more about the book?"

She averts her eyes. "Maybe later."

Oh, I get it. I seem crazy.

"Sometimes a coincidence is just that, a coincidence, now we have a sick man out there, but there's no evidence pointing towards his ideals coming from a book."

"I see."

She leaves then and the room is flooded with crying family, my mom, my dad, a couple of my friends, a co worker or two, I'm told I can go home tomorrow, and when everyone leaves I'm thankful for the peace.

Am I really being too paranoid? No, there was something off about him, and that book, the fact that it is almost the same. There's something wrong, I know I'm right, I know it. But Commander Nelson is right, without any evidence there's no proving anything, and even if I do find evidence I have no idea who this man is. Fuck. What am I going to do?