Chapter Ten
On the other side of town a man stopped suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk. This caused the person behind him to run into him. "Pay attention." The person, another man, huffed angrily and shoved past him. But the man barely heard him. Instead he was staring at a couple across the street.
Now, under normal circumstances it wouldn't be unusual to see two people on a date. But these were not normal circumstances. The fact of the matter was that the man was 100% sure that he murdered those two people. Which meant that it was impossible for them to be out and about and undoubtedly and unmistakably alive. "The fuck!? Fuck! Ok, ok, get yourself together." The man whispered harshly to himself.
And then he took a deep breath and spun around on his heel and briskly walked back to his house. His house, much like his own appearance, was very unassuming. The outside was very nondescript and looked like every other house on the block. But that was just a façade that hid the horrors within. And just like his house the man was handsome, not too handsome, but he looked and acted normal enough that the people he interacted with on a daily basis had no idea about his true nature.
The only people who had any inkling about his true nature were dead. Or they were supposed to be. As far as he could tell the three elderly people he had poisoned were still dead, but the same could not be said for the young man he killed a couple weeks ago or the young woman he killed the other night. "They were dead. They had to have been. I stabbed them enough times." He muttered to himself and started to pace in his living room.
It wasn't until he had been pacing for 10 minutes that he realized that his curtains were still open once he realized that he rushed to the windows and yanked the curtains closed. "It just doesn't make sense. They should be dead. Unless- no, that's just a rumor. Magic doesn't exist." He shook his head. "Well, I guess there is only one thing to do."
The man waited until it was full dark outside. He pulled on his mask, sure he killed his victims but he didn't want to risk anyone else seeing his face. As it turned out he was glad that he wore a mask or else his most recent victims would have been able to describe his face to the police. He grabbed his knife before he left his house by the back door. He didn't really have nosey neighbors but he didn't want to take any chances. He made his way downtown and the hunt for his next victim had started.