The doctors surgery

I looked up into the musty air, my blood ran cold as ice as it pumped through my veins. I looked across at the man standing by me, his long flowing robe was in the dark nights black and a discontent fear ran in me as his pale white mask looked at me. He slowly ran his knife across my exposed chest, the cool tip turned my skin from warm fear to frozen terror. I guess your wondering what puts a fifteen year old at the end of a serial killers knife? It's a long story but I can feel my time is shorting like everyone else's but mine felt quicker it felt like though he may just plunge the knife through my exposed flesh. But I knew he wouldnt. This man if you could call him one was menacing and unnerved, the disemboweled victims, the raped little girls and robberys. He wasn't going to kill me I knew it, his cold eyes were examining me, he was going to set an example. I think this is the only time I'll say this but God I wish I wasn't a good detective. You want to see how I came to be on the knife blade of the killer known only as the doctor. I'm George Smith your local teenager by day, detective by night and this is how I came to the doctors surgery.