Standing in the graveyard, all alone was a man. He was fairly tall, and handsome, ha waas wearing a suit and a coat. His name is Scott Harold. But he was no normal man.
He turned from the freshly covered grave, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Shame... She was so gourgous, my fiancee," Her thought to himself, "I loved that woman more than any other woman. She was perfect. Too perfect. Better than me. That's why I crushed up the glass and put it in her food." He grinned. A low chuckled escaped him and walked away from the graveyard leaving behind 3 other dead fiancees.
