The mist filled the cemetery like a sea of unforgiving pain and misery, no light escaped it's eerie surface. The trees were crooked and bizarre as they took on the form of bloodthirsty demons. Ravens perched atop the decomposing gravestones their beady eyes gazing into the blank distance, squawking in foreign tongues. Spiders spun webs of red over the graves of the deceased. The spiders looked around, looking for its nightly prey. They stalk them like an assassin.

A light broke through the mist. A cars headlight. The car was covered with thick black mud as it parked in an unorthodox way. The driver got out and sniffed the air of the dead. The smell in the air reminded her of a morgue. Her red dress shone like the headlights of the car. Red like blood. Red like passion. She looked down at the grave of the man's latest victim. A slight tear rolled down her cheek like a bolder rolling down a jagged mountain. She fell to her knees as she cried out loud. Was it a cry of sorrow? A cry of pain? Or was it a cry of joy?

He gets to his feet. His clothes covered with black unforgiving mud. He moves towards her, not moving an eyelid as he sneaks towards another so called victim. She turns to see the yellow-toothed man. Her crystal green eyes sparkled with tears. She looked at him like he was a hero in a storybook as she innocently flung her self towards his evil psychotic clutches. Was he her boyfriend? She held him tightly so tight they seemed to be connected together like a pair of Siamese twins. The yellow-toothed man slid a hand into his pocket. His cold gloveless hand pulled out, slowly, a blood-covered knife. Again he puts his arm around the young girls back as he drives the knife into the back of her head like he was carving into a Christmas turkey. The blood oozed onto his cold gloveless hands. Her breath was still warm as she dropped to the mud filled ground, his gaze never changing

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He picked up the limp body of the young woman and headed over to an open grave. He flung the body in to the grave; the woman's crumpled corpse lay in a pool of her own blood. The man through dirty over the body, as he did so his mind raced, but his facial features remained as still as the night. As soon as he had buried her he wiped the blood from the knife and slid it back into his pocket. He walked back through the mist his teeth still yellow his face never changing.