Andrew's POV
I open the door, and as quick as a flash, something, or should I say, someone, barges past me into my home. I turn around and I can't see them. Whoever it is, must've snook into the kitchen.
I walk over to the kitchen, and peer in. I turn the corner, and see a woman's silhouette in front of my window. She has a large blade in each hand, and one is dripping with what looks like blood. It could be likened to a pre-murder scene in a horror movie.
I don't know who she is, or why she's here, but the sight of the moonlight gleaming off a wet glossy knife and a freshly sharpened knife, sends me into survival mode. Fight or flight...Hmmm, flight!
How do I play this, should I just run, should I tiptoe, should I shut her in the kitchen? I don't know...The sound of breaking glass makes me gasp. The woman had thrust the bloody knife into the window, and completely shattered the glass. I freeze for a moment, and then I make my decision.
As if she could sense that I was creeping away, she quickly turns around and sprints towards me. I try to run backwards to avoid her, but it's too late. She stabs me. She stabbed me in the chest and I'm bleeding, a lot. I fall to the ground, and the darkness begins to take over. I'm dying.
Reid's POV
It's pitch black outside now, but I just can't sleep. The moment I close my eyes, I see Anne, and, and there are two of her.
One of them is wearing a form-fitting blue dress, smiling sweetly at me. That Anne is beautiful and serene. The other Anne however, is covered in blood, her eyes are burning with malevolence, and she looks erratic; like she could kill somebody at any moment. That Anne, really scares me.
There's so much going on in my mind, that sleep is not an option. Instead, I lay in bed and read another novel. I know I'll have to talk to somebody about this. The team can't let me keep a secret. But, I guess that's the price you have to pay if you want to work in the area of behavioural analysis...