Hey guys. I'm new to Wattpad, and this is my first story on here. So no hate please.
It was a cold dark night, and the figure shrouded in shadows licked his rough lips. His hoodie was stained with blood from his previous victim. His un-blinking eyes watched a girl around his age walk down the streets in silence. The grip on his knife tightened. The thought of her screams and the metallic stench of blood filling the air made his everlasting smile stretch even wider. He moved silently across the street, making sure to keep quiet. He snickered as she walked into her house, completely unaware of his prescence. 'This is gonna be fun.' He thought, as he fingered the blood stained knife.
Sorry if it was short and bad. More will come soon.
