Friday The Thirteenth

My head throbbed as i struggled to remain focused and calm. A strong feeling of dread tugged at the back of my brain, trying hard to push through my clumsily built wall of calmness....

The awful smell of decaying flesh hit me once again. A huge gash crossed my friends forehead, all the way to his chin. The only thing joining his head to his body, was merely his raw windpipe....

His chest was slashed multiply, and the rest of his limbs twisted to unexplainable angles....

Who could possibly commit such a murder????