I am trying to escape from the intruder. My parents have been killed. I am the only one. I run downstairs and hide behind the dining table. I grip a sharp knife with my trembling hands.
The intruder is coming downstairs and towards my direction. I stand up and plunge the knife into the police officer’s abdomen.
The blood spurts out as he falls to the floor, dead. I have killed 3 people tonight, and now, I am going for more.
With my bloodied hands, I get out of the house on a full moon night and those bloodied hands, gleaming in the moonlight, guide me to my next murder.
And now, beware, because I am right behind you…
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