Drip. Drip. Drip.

He stood amongst the rotting flesh, a look of emptiness crossed his face.

That crying, that endless crying, Why won't it stop?! THE DAMN CRYING!!

The metal pole slipped from his hand.

It was only one, only one person, why am I here, it was an accident? I didn't do anything.

He fell a step back. The breathing down his neck making his eyes roll back.

Somethings there, somthings behind me.

Eyes widening as the metal past through his chest cavity, and out the other end.

"OH GOD!! What is this?!"

Silence, endless silence, the metal slowly pulled out.

The mans body slumped to the ground, blood gushing forth from the wound.

The figure backed away into the silence of fog and darkness.



The man lie there, dead, laying next to a small newspaper, on the front cover, was this article:

Woman found dead-

A small town, its name will be disclosed, witnessed a horrible murder this week. Its Sheriff said they had not found the culprit, but they were close on the trail. Friends of the woman said "she didn't have any enemies". The 38-year old woman was found dead on her bathroom floor, shot in the left side of her forehead. Authorities say the killer was a young male, most likely a robber, who broke into her house, and shot her in fear.