The details of the murders in the newspaper were...horrifying. It said that the victims looked like all the blood had been taken out of them. This has me wondering what exactly it is lurking in the streets of New York City. I get up and take a shower before I get ready for the day.
When I get out of the shower I dry off and put on faded white skinny jeans, a white and black shirt, and a black Yankees hat, with my black Nikes. I get my guitar ready for the performance by tuning it. I go to look out the window to see if it's raining, it is. Before I stoped looking out the window, this guy in a black coat with pale skin was staring right at me. I was shocked and turned away from his gaze and got my keys to my car off the kitchen counter.
After I'm done walking down the five flights of stairs, I open the door to go outside and the man I saw earlier was gone.
