Damien was an all time serial killer who was on a murdering spree for the past 3 months, know ones ever caught him or will be able to, he's a stealthy motherfucker who kills whores for there blood taste. On one night at 12am you were taking a stroll along the street as the black mists covered your face and specks of dust and moonlight covered your frontline of vision, You had no clue what was about to happen next so you just kept walking along the path minding your own business until you suddenly hear footsteps from behind you covering the silence of the strangers breath, you ignored it at first but then got so paranoid so you had to walk faster to avoid any violent contact.

You then get to the outside of your house and notice blood drips fall onto your forehead continuing to drip down to the tip of your nose and onto your top lip, you get petrified and run inside your house and look outside your window to find a black figure standing outside of your window holding a bloody knife whilst dragging a dead sliced body with 3 knives through the chest and 1 in the calf. Your loud screams or terror made Damien more confident into making you his next victim. You ran around the house looking to find some sort of weapon you could use on him as a threat against your near so death coming your way. Your breaths were rushing through heavily as the footsteps came closer to your front porch of the house, you heard some strange breathing as if it was through a mask but your mind wasn't set on the breathing of the masked killer, it was set on the door handle that you saw getting turned slowly.

The doorhandle was getting turned and you noticed a shadow underneath the doorframe. You deiced to run upstairs to the bathroom whilst holding an axe to the door you that you had found in a closet that your ex husband just forgot to get rid of. You waited by the bathroom door getting ready to knock him out as you heard the door slowly open with silent creaks following the door's movement, the footsteps walked inside of the house with bloo