Stew

His eyes roamed the table looking for his next female victim to take, and at last there she was. Sitting at the other end of the table. She will make a fine roast I believe. As he thought of all the possible ways to kidnap her. The idea came to him through a dream.
The next night she woke. Looking to her left, she found a lone black figure standing over her in an unfamiliar barn.
She screamed. Then not another sound followed.
"Hello."