In the shadows lies sinister forces, not seen and not heard but felt.

With a wave of anxiety they come.

With a knot in your stomach they are felt.

With an uneasy feeling you know that they're here.

That he's here.

That was what Claire felt, her subconsciousn tried to push those thoughts away.

Tried to put that feeling under the file of nervous feeling.

If we're being honest what she was doing deserved more than nervousness, it deserved anxiety.

But she in her slightly conscious mind filed all of those feelings under ' Excitement'.

But cheating on your husband after only a month marriage isn't exciting.

The man's lips kissed her everywhere, from her lips to her jawline down to her neck and getting dangerously low to her cleavage.

What was the man's name again? Mark? Matt? She didn't remember really, she doesn't really know him he's just a mere stranger that was attracted to her.

Her whole body was drunk on the feeling of his lips while her mind was drunk on the thoughts of sorting her feelings.

But in literal meaning she was drunk in alcohol, lots and lots of it.

While the scene was unfolding they thought that nobody would find out.

That nobody would know.

But they were wrong.

Deadly wrong.

There in the shadows by the corner stood a shadow watching Intently, trying to put the seed of doubt on her mind, trying to water it with the feeling of anxiety, but she always cut it out before it grew.

Every now and then some light would enter the room hitting the corner in a precise angle making his shadow appear.

Tall, very tall, with broad shoulders, with a hat and a coat, you couldn't decipher any of his other features but you would want to be forever thankful for that.

After all you didn't know how exactly he was killed now, do you?

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Claire stumbled to her bedroom barely holding herself together, she threw her purse and started shrugging a piece after a piece of clothing.

Her room was still dark but the hallway was dimly lit, suddenly a shadow shifted in the darkness and she tensed, but after looking across the room she started to relax again.

Except that she shouldn't have.

Suddenly the shadows shifted again and this time the massive shadow appeared on the floor.

The shadow of a man.

She didn't seem to notice though, she was so escatic from the night, and so drunk not to care about the shadows.

Suddenly a voice boomed across the room.

A hard, bone wrecking voice.

The voice felt as if it shook the foundation of the whole house.

"How do you feel now?" he asked, his voice sent shivers down her body and they're not the pleasing type.

"Huh?" she muttered looking around lazily as if the chilling voice was nothing to be concerned about.

"How does it feel? Being a sinner" His words were venomous and she was suddenly was alert but even in then her drunk state didn't comprehend much.

"Shh you're talking so loud, plus don't you think that you're being overdramatic? It's not much of a sin anyway" She shrugged and started to get ready for bed.

"You're a sinner, admit it!" He screamed at her, the sound almost knocked her over but she gripped the bedpost tightly.

"Not cool my conscious, not cool and we can discuss this tomorrow morning or something..." she trailed off as she sat on the bed and started to get under the covers.

"admit it" he said.

"Admit it or every single one you love will die, and with every death it will be more brutal than the former"

She waved him off and drifted off to sleep.

He was seething with anger.

' how could she?' he thought 'how could she do this sinful act to an innocent person?'

And then he looked at her for one moment, and remembered everything that happened to him before.

The things that made him who he is.

The things that made him a Mass Murderer.

And with that thought in my mind, he swiftly vanished to his first victim.

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Morning came by quicker than what Claire wished for.

Still groggy and hungover, she slowly descended the stairs to the kitchen.

There sat Micheal her husband, he was eating breakfast while wearing his suit.

Once he saw her his tired eyes lit up and a slow smile started spreading across his face.

"Good morning Love" he said and gave her a small kiss.

"Hey, how was your night yesterday?" She asked as she sat beside him and started to eat from the food he made her.

"You know same work, same late nights, what about you? How was the party at Candice's?"

As he asked her she suddenly had flashbacks of the night before, the drinking, the smoking, the dancing, the grinding, the kissing and the cheating.

She swallowed quickly and answered" it was great, I just had too much to drink"

"well there's aspirin in the cabinet, I'm sure you're hangover"

And just as she was about to respond the fading voice of the reporter on the forgotten TV in the living suddenly became clear as she caught on the words.

"... Yes unfortunately another dead body, this one though doesn't belong to a citizen, the victim is Marcus Romero a traveler from..."

Claire gasped loudly as she saw the pictures on the TV, blood was everywhere, signs of struggle were as far as the eye can see.

And the horrifing of all was his limps that were scattered everywhere.