Freezing Moon
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Last published Fri, Jun 28, 2019
Dead walked through the city at night to his house, his gaze was sad and he wandered suspiciously looking in all directions, afraid to call him. He stops when he suspects someone following him and looks at the houses in front of him where they were lit by lights on the porches. There was nothing there for Dead to worry about, but even so the tall, long-haired blond was about eighteen feet tall and he was scared. Any movement or gust of wind made Dead jump.
- Dead! - The voice of that man calls and Dead very distressed begins to run at full speed towards his house.
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INTRODUCTION: Missing person reports were just piling up one after another these days. But none of the victims were found alive. After the killer got what he wanted from victim's family, the next day person would be found dead. People are starting to move out from the city. It's gotten worse as hours passed. Phones are ringing at the police stations and 911 calls are getting more and more desperate. Not many things were found out about this town's killer. But, the way people are describing him- yes him- shows that they all see him as an old man called the Gentleman. He got this name from the way he puts his deceased victims bodies. Lying on their back, carefully placed, hair brushed and clean, face without any makeup, but covered with black veil, white nightie with small bouquet in their arms that are placed on their chest. Beautifully horrific sight if you ask me. They all appeared to be women in their early or mid 20s, brunettes with blue eyes, skinny and average height. The Gentleman is described as someone in his late 30s or early 40s, is into art, but mostly sculptures as he shows by placing his victims in recognizable positions. On most of dead women's necks could be seen small tattoos that were assotiated with life and death- butterfly with its wings painted like skull. That was all that we knew of the Gentleman until something happened few days ago...
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