The Ghostface copycat

Chapter 21: Tom Barnes

??? was done with Dave Thompson, he's finally dead, the little girl's Mother can hopefully reclaim her innocence after being falsely accused of killing her own daughter, her own child.

??? sent everything to Cornelia Hunt, the pictures, the journal, everything that needed to be sent.

After ??? put the mail on the doorstep, ??? immediately retreated so the Hunt family and neighbours wouldn't see them. It was 3 am, so there could be some early joggers out here, so ??? needed to be faster, they were concealed but still, better than sorry.

??? needed to go back to his home immediately, he needs to wait until it's nighttime again, attacking his next and probably last victim during the morning at 3am could be problematic, the attack could stretch on until 4 or 5am, which ??? can't afford to do. So ??? will go on his day as "normally" as possible until it's time. ??? may also gather more information or better equipment and clothing during the day and evening.

Tom Barnes, we'll see each other soon enough don't you worry. It'll be over fast, you wouldn't even be able to comprehend what exactly happened, that's how fast it'll be, but that's probably what you want?? After committing so many murders, who knows what you exactly want right?

*Couple of hours later*

??? was in his home right now, cleaning their equipment for the upcoming move ??? was about to do. ??? bought also new equipments, like new lockpicks, new picksets, a new flashlight, probably one of the newest ones, one that can pack a punch. As ??? meticulously cleaned their equipment and prepared for the upcoming move, a sense of purpose and anticipation hung in the air. They had successfully dealt with Dave Thompson, a murderer who had eluded justice for far too long. The feeling of delivering justice, even in their own unique way, must have been satisfying.

The anticipation of the next move, targeting Tom Barnes, loomed over ???'s mind. Tom Barnes, a man with a dark past, was next on their list. ???'s determination to bring those who had caused harm to justice was unwavering.

With their new equipment at the ready, ??? felt a renewed sense of confidence. The upcoming mission would require precision, stealth, and speed. As ??? continued to prepare, they couldn't help but think about the intricacies of their plan and what awaited them in the hours to come.

The night would fall once again, and ??? would embark on their next pursuit, venturing into the shadows to confront Tom Barnes and fulfill their relentless quest for retribution.

The nightfall arrived, casting a shroud of darkness over the city. ??? was ready, their equipment meticulously prepared, and their determination unwavering. It was time to confront Tom Barnes, the next target in their relentless pursuit of justice.

??? moved silently through the dimly lit streets, a ghost in the night, their black attire merging seamlessly with the shadows. The air was thick with tension as they approached Tom Barnes' residence, a place tainted by his dark deeds.

As ??? reached the front door, memories of their previous encounters with murderers flooded their mind. Each confrontation had been a test of their skills and their resolve, and each one had ended with their own brand of justice being delivered.

With a gloved hand, ??? tested the front door. Locked, just as they had anticipated. With a deft touch, they began to work their lockpicking tools, skillfully maneuvering the tumblers until they heard the satisfying click of the lock disengaging.

The door swung open silently, revealing the interior of Tom Barnes' home. ???'s heart raced as they stepped inside, their senses heightened. They knew the layout of the house from their extensive research, but they had to remain cautious. Tom Barnes could be anywhere, unaware of the danger that lurked in the darkness.

The house was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of appliances. ??? moved with purpose, their footsteps barely audible on the carpeted floor. They navigated through the shadows, making their way towards the bedroom where they believed Tom Barnes was resting.

As ??? reached the bedroom door, they paused for a moment, listening for any signs of movement from within. The sound of Tom's steady breathing confirmed their target's presence. It was only a matter of moments now.

With a deep breath, ??? pushed the door open slowly, revealing Tom Barnes sleeping soundly on the bed. Unaware of the impending danger, Tom's face was relaxed in sleep, a stark contrast to the horrors he had inflicted on others.

??? stood over their victim, their mask concealing any trace of emotion. In this moment, they were both predator and executioner, a force of nature that had descended upon Tom Barnes' world. The weight of his crimes hung heavy in the air.

With a swift and precise movement, ??? raised their knife, the glint of steel catching the faint light in the room. The blade descended, striking Tom Barnes with a sickening thud and cracking sound as it found its mark.

They aimed for vital areas, a precise dance of violence executed with cold precision. The room remained eerily silent, save for the labored breathing of their victim. ???'s knife found its mark repeatedly, delivering retribution for the lives Tom Barnes had taken.

As the life slowly drained from Tom Barnes, ??? couldn't help but wonder if this was the closure they had been seeking. The cycle of violence continued, but each act brought them closer to their ultimate goal.

Once the deed was done, ??? collected any incriminating evidence they could find, just as they had done before. Tom Barnes' reign of terror had come to an end, and justice, in its own twisted form, had been served.

With their mission complete, ??? retreated into the night, leaving behind a lifeless body and a house tainted by the horrors of the past. The pursuit of justice would continue, and their next target awaited them in the shadows, but for now, the Ghostface copycat faded into the darkness, a silent specter of retribution.

??? :"Poor bastard though no one would actually go after him, it was disappointing though. I hopped for an fight or some sort of struggle, well at least he can sleep forever now"

As ??? made their way through the dimly lit streets, the words lingered in their mind. The encounter with Tom Barnes had been disappointingly straightforward, lacking the challenge and the confrontation they had anticipated. Yet, there was a grim satisfaction in knowing that another murderer had been brought to justice, even if it had been a swift and relatively uneventful affair.

Their thoughts turned to the next target, the final chapter in their relentless pursuit. ??? couldn't help but wonder how this would end, what kind of closure awaited them. The night held its secrets close, and as they disappeared into the darkness, their resolve remained unshaken.