Un libro al azar/A random book

dont walk home alone when its dark (horror story)

In the heart of a bustling city, where the neon lights masked the darkness that lurked within its alleys, there lived a man named James. To the world, he was an unassuming figure, blending seamlessly into the crowds, his smile hiding the twisted desires that festered within.

James had a secret, one that he kept hidden behind closed doors of his nondescript apartment. By day, he was a mild-mannered office worker, but by night, he donned a mask of madness, stalking the streets in search of his next victim.

His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as he prowled through the shadows, his footsteps silent against the pavement. Each night, he sought out those who wandered alone, their vulnerability a siren's call to his insatiable thirst for blood.

One fateful evening, James set his sights on a young woman walking home from work. She was unaware of the danger lurking in the darkness, her mind consumed by thoughts of the day ahead. As she turned down a deserted alley, James followed, his heart pounding with anticipation.

With swift, silent movements, James emerged from the shadows, his hands closing around the woman's throat before she could scream. Panic flashed in her eyes as she struggled against his iron grip, but it was futile. In an instant, her life was extinguished, her body collapsing to the ground in a lifeless heap.

For James, the thrill of the kill was intoxicating, fueling the darkness that consumed his soul. But with each victim claimed, the facade of normalcy he clung to began to unravel, his mind descending further into madness.

Haunted by visions of his victims' accusing stares, James found himself unable to escape the torment that gnawed at his conscience. The city became his prison, its streets echoing with the cries of the innocent souls he had stolen away in the dead of night.

And so, the reign of terror perpetrated by the murderer known only as James continued unabated, his name whispered in hushed tones by those who dared to walk the streets after dark. For in the heart of every city, evil lurked in the shadows, waiting patiently for its next victim to fall prey to its insidious grasp.