There he was standing in front of me. He looked as if in his mid
40s. He had dark blue eyes that stared into my soul. His teeth white as my pillow. His smile as evil as could be.
But their was one thing very interesting about him he was wearing my mother's pearl necklace.
Everything around me was picth black it was only me and him.
All of a sudden he started to get closer and closer. I could see him more vividly . Now he was right in front of me with the color of the blood on the same knife that I saw on the chilly October night.
I screamed, "HELP". "wake up", he kept saying "wake up''!
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The Hooded Killer
Mystery / ThrillerThe hooded killer is about a serial killer who us roaming the high school hallways and the small town of Ghent.
