The town was in fear of The Phantom Killer. Who was next? That was the question everyone wondered and dreaded the answer to. Hardly anyone was outside past 7pm. Which was smart, but not smart enough for the killer.

Though, tonight, he had better things to worry about.

Knocking on the familiar front door, he waited patiently for it to be answered. He gazed around the porch and whistled to himself from behind the mask—well, sack—over his head.

Yeah, you guessed it. This psychopath had somebody who loved him. And he loved them just as much—if not, more.