You squirmed around on your couch, your eyes wide and focused on the TV's bright light that radiated infront of you. You flip a few buttons, changing to the Local News.

A murderer on the lose? It's been years since such news has been announced in such a small, unpopular town.

As you moved to lock your windows—you hear a crash emitting from your bedroom. You rush over, and are pinned to a wall. "Quiet." A soft voice mutters. As it is soft, it's cold. The cold voice of a killer.