Murderer

"Never mistake my silence for weakness. No one plans a Murder out loud."

The moon shined down through the window into the dark room. Shining through the curtains, giving the room some light that it desired. There stood a shadow holding a blade in the man's neck. Smiling down at him whispering into his ear. "This is the end..." He tried so desperately to wake his wife not knowing she was already dead. His eyes closed slowly as he watched the bright smile fade in his view.

Creepypasta~