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It was a cold dark night and Albert Woodward was sitting alone in his home. It started to rain and thunder, lighting can be seen out the window. Albert gets a shiver down his spine as a gust of cold wind comes in from the open window

"Cold one tonight" he says as he stands up to get a blanket and pillow. As he traverses the rather small house out the corner he sees a shadowy figure. He snaps his head in the direction of the figure only to be met with a wall. He lets out a sigh and continues to walk through the house more wary of his surroundings. He reaches his bedroom and he walks he faces away from the door only to feel a presence behind him. He quickly turns around to be met with shadowy figure features blocked from view by darkness blocking the exit. Stumbling backwards, Albert trips on his deodorant and falls straight onto his butt. The figure approaches him and pulls out a dagger, his gloved hands gripping it tightly as he gets closer to Albert. Then he plunges the dagger into his heart. Albert lets out a scream screaming bloody murder as he slowly chokes on his own blood. The figure continues to stab him as lightning strikes. The The figure stands up from his crouching position and walks off with a dark expression on his face as he leaves through the front door making sure to check for security cameras but found nothing so he proceeds to leave the house leaving a message on the walls in blood

"This is only the first of my victims"

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