A/N: I feel bad that the last chapter took so long to get up so hopefully this will make up for it! Enjoy.

Chloe and Clark reached The Torch in good time for Chloe's little car. Once inside Chloe went right into reporter mode. Pulling files from a cabinet next to her desk and seating herself on a chair, she began to tell Clark about the first two murders.

"A couple of weeks ago a Steven Cruvez was found dead in his office. It just looked like a suicide because he was discovered hanging from a metal beam in the boiler room of his building. But he was wearing red ruby shoes."

"Well I guess that's kind of strange for a guy to be wearing those... but I still don't see where this could fall under wall of weird."

"Well fortunately for you, I guess I watch more tv."

"Chloe.. you've lost me."

"Classic movie folklore Clark. The Wizard of Oz. People have said for years that you can see a guy hang himself in the background. The real story was that it was just a crew member that got caught in the shot quickly and ran off but it's not clear in the movie so, to some, it looks like a man hanging himself. And being the 21st century, people definitely choose the more morbid angle as the truth."

"Ok." Said Clark still looking slightly confused.

"It looks like you need some convincing. The second murder. Jason karr found dead in his dorm room. Maybe this one will seem more familiar to you..."

"Ok, continue."

"His dorm mate went out partying with some buddies and according to the police report he wasn't... thinking straight."

"Drunk or stoned?" asked Clark knowingly.

"Um.. both." She let out a laugh but somehow didn't seem quite amused. "Anyways, it was his turn to provide the beer but wasn't 21 and forgot his fake id to buy it. He told police that they had a little left and used it. Apparently there had been enough to cause a major laps in judgment, and when he returned to his dorm room he stumbled around looking for the id. And since he hadn't really had much common sense at the time, he didn't bother to turn on the lights. Then he left and had the rest of the night with his other buddies. He comes back the next morning and finds Jason dead in his bed, stabbed repeatedly among other things. Above his bed, whoever murdered him decided to take it to the next level. There was a message in the kids blood saying "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?""

"Just like in the old urban legend." Said Clark. He was starting to catch on.

"Exactly. Whoever is doing this is using old urban legends, myths and folklore to murder people." Chloe smirked. She loved being in the know.

"But what about the third one. I don't remember a legend about a guy dieing of an overdose of lsd and strychnine."

"I hadn't either until I did some digging. The stuff that killed the guy was found all over his home phone. Then I discovered there's an old one warning people that gang members were swabbing pay phone buttons and receivers with the stuff. So it's not exactly the same... but close enough."

"So thats how this guy got his name?"

"You got it big boy." They laughed.

"But what they haven't found yet is a pattern or anything to figure out who's next, or who this guy is. He leaves no trace whatsoever." Chloe stated solemnly.

"Other then dead bodies." Clark added solemnly.

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Just outside the door of the Torch he sat. He waited. He laughed. Inside at least. Making a noise outwardly would alert the two of his presence. It was all he could do not to run in at that very moment. He could have easily killed the blond one in the blink of an eye. But he knew the other would prove a problem due to his... unique attributes. Not to mention he questioned how much fun it would be to just kill. He'd rather play a game. And so he Waited. As soon he was prepared though, he would strike. And he would love it.

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Lana sat by her parents grave. She had been there for a good few hours, and found herself suddenly out of things to talk about. Inside she wanted to talk about Clark. But at the same time she never wanted to hear his name ever again. So she settled for resting quietly by the tombstone. Her silence was interrupted however, by a rustling of dry leaves.

"Hello"? She questioned. "Is anyone there?" she began to get nervous.

Wandering from the grave, Lana walked through the grass looking to see what was going on.

"Duh!" she thought with realization. "It must have been the horse."

However, when she looked to where she had tied the horse, it was peacefully asleep.

"Thats weird." Deciding she must have been imagining the noise she returned to her parents grave to say good bye, thinking she needed to get home and to bed before she imagined more things. However when she sighted the grave there was something sitting on it. Deciding it would be best to approach with caution, she tip toed towards it. Then she noticed it was a porcelain doll. She was instantly reminded of Byran who used to slip her love letters at the same place. She picked it up.

"Now who put you here?" she smiled and looked around but so no signs of life other then the resting horse. Holding the doll close, she woke her horse and went home.

Once home, she sat the beautiful doll near her bed, and drifted off to sleep.

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Chloe had left Clark at his house and continued home in her small red car. As she walked to her doorstep she couldn't help but be overcome by the distinct feeling that someone was watching her, so she rushed inside and locked the door. Feeling instantly better she set her things by the door and made her way to the small kitchen. There was a note on the table.

Chloe, I got called away for a plant meeting in Metropolis. I should be back in a few days. Here's some money for lunch and anything else you might need.

"Thanks dad" She told herself. She turned around only to come face to face with Clark.

"Oh my Gosh!" She shrieked. "Clark I thought we agreed that this whole sneaking up on people thing is bad?"

"Hey Chlo." He replied, almost robotic.

"Clark, whats wrong with you? Somethings different." His eyes were cold and emotionless, almost anyways. There was a hint of twisted pleasure that sent chills through Chloe. Her first thought was that he was again as he had been in Metropolis. Wait, no... something was still...different. The Clark she had found in Metropolis was more... animated.

"What do you mean whats wrong with me?" He replied just as hollow.

"Clark... somethings up. You're starting to scare me." Chloe was shaking slightly.

"Ever heard of dopplegangers Chlo?" He replied with a twisted smile.

Realizing that this was not Clark she made a motion to run away. She could feel steps behind her and soon everything went to black.

A/N: I won't ever fully explain it so for anyone who doesn't know what a doppleganger is I'll explain. Buffy fans will know what it is. But for anyone else: The term doppleganger originated in Germany meaning a "double walker" or "Ghostly double" of a living person. In some beliefs meeting your doppleganger is a omen of death. So there is your lesson for the day:) Drop me a line. R+R.