The Ghostface copycat

Chapter 20: Dave Thompson

??? was finished with Daniel Mitchell. Now ??? was going towards Dave Thompson. A murderer who murdered an innocent child, Emily Hunt, daughter of Cornelia Hunt, husband is not known. Perhaps deceased. Cornelia Hunt was been wrongly accused of killing her daughter.

??? was taking shortcuts again, alleyways after alleyways. It was almost 2am, ??? needed to be faster.

Just a couple of blocks, then I should be near that bastards home. Just a little bit more further, then it's lights out for you.

??? was yet again a blurry movement under the dimly light of the street lights. His knife grasped firmly in his hand, his mask concealing his face.

??? moved swiftly and silently through the night, his determination unwavering. The memory of Emily Hunt's tragic fate fueled his determination to bring justice, to avenge the innocent life that had been taken so brutally. As he approached Dave Thompson's residence, a mixture of anticipation and grim satisfaction coursed through him.

The house was nestled in a quiet suburban neighborhood, the street shrouded in darkness save for the occasional glow of a streetlamp. ???'s senses were heightened, his every instinct on high alert as he assessed the surroundings. He knew that this was the moment, the culmination of weeks of preparation and stalking.

As ??? approached the front door, he couldn't help but reflect on the twisted nature of his mission. He was no hero, no savior. He was a force of darkness, a harbinger of retribution, a shadow that sought to balance the scales of justice in his own macabre way.

With a gloved hand, ??? tested the front door. It was unlocked, a sign of carelessness that would ultimately seal Dave Thompson's fate. Quietly, he pushed the door open and slipped inside, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and tension.

The house was dark and eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of appliances. ??? moved with precision, his footsteps muffled by the carpet beneath him. He knew the layout, had studied it meticulously during his weeks of stalking. He moved towards the bedroom, where he believed Dave Thompson was sleeping, blissfully unaware of the danger that lurked just outside his door.

As ??? reached the bedroom, he paused for a moment, listening to the faint sounds of Dave's breathing. The thrill of the hunt was at its peak, the moment of reckoning drawing near. With a deep breath, ??? pushed the door open slowly, revealing the sleeping figure on the bed.

Dave Thompson lay there, his face relaxed in sleep, completely unaware of the impending threat. ???'s grip on his knife tightened as he approached the bed, his mask concealing his expression as he stood over his victim.

In this moment, ??? was both predator and executioner, a force of nature that had descended upon Dave Thompson's world. The weight of his crimes hung heavy in the air, mingling with the tension and anticipation of what was to come.

With a swift and precise movement, ??? raised the knife, the glint of steel catching the faint light in the room. ??? then swung the knife down into his chest, a sickening thud and cracking could be heard as ??? aimed for his sternum. ??? then twisted his knife and pulled it out, then they aimed for the liver, stomach, the thighs, left shoulder and the right shoulder at last.

Dave didn't knew what to do. He was caught of guard, he got attacked while he was sleeping.

Now you can sleep forever you damn bastard. Let me just take out my camera and make a photograph of this.

??? took out his camera and took a picture of David. They then went trough his belongings and found pictures of the child, Emily Hunt, her body mutilated. A journal of how he planed it and what he did.

Now I wish I did way worse to you.

??? gatherers everything and leaves, they go back to their house, it's almost 3am now. They are still concealed within the shadows but now they are easier to see now. They need to be even more faster if they don't want to be seen by morning joggers.

Once they arrived home they made a postcard out of the photograph they took from David Thompson. They also made another mail, they filled the mail with the journal and pictures that David had in possession.

Since ??? knew where Cornelia Hunt lived they immediately went out before it was too early, to not attract too much attention they changed their appearance, they had a black-greyish leather bomber jacket, dark grey jeans with black shoes. Face still concealed.

The title says: Prove your innocence -by ???

They moved swiftly through the early morning streets, their appearance blending into the urban landscape. Their steps were purposeful, their heart racing with a mixture of urgency and determination. They reached Cornelia Hunt's house just as the first signs of activity began to stir in the neighborhood.

With a steady hand, ??? left the postcard and the mail on Cornelia's doorstep, making sure it was securely positioned so it wouldn't be easily missed. They took a step back, surveying their work, a sense of accomplishment washing over them.

The postcard and mail were a message, a message that justice had been served, that the truth would prevail. ??? couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, a belief that their actions, as twisted as they were, could make a difference in the lives of those who had suffered.

As they turned away from Cornelia's house, ???'s thoughts shifted towards the next steps. There were still others out there, those who had committed unspeakable acts and evaded justice. ???'s mission was far from over, their dark journey still had many twists and turns ahead.

The city was slowly waking up, the streets becoming more populated as the sun climbed higher in the sky. ??? knew they had to retreat into the shadows once more, disappear from the public eye before anyone could connect them to the scenes of the night. With a final glance back at Cornelia's house, ??? slipped away, becoming one with the city's underbelly.

The day was a reminder that even in the darkest corners of humanity, a force of darkness could rise to mete out a cruel kind of justice. ???'s actions were a testament to the complexity of human nature, the blurred lines between right and wrong, and the undeniable power of vengeance.

And as ??? vanished into the urban labyrinth, their story continued, a story of shadows and secrets, of twisted motives and relentless pursuit. The city held its breath, unknowingly playing host to a dance of darkness that would leave its mark on those who crossed ???'s path.