He watched in the mortuary, the silence of the night deafening and eerie.

He lurked in the dark of the corners at her. She was make a perfect little victim for him. A young woman. How perfect for him.

How perfect for him that she had a job at a mortuary. And she was always working the night shifts.

It was his time. Time to scare her. Break her mind.

He watched as she examined the dead body, writing down all the things she needed.