1982, Roadkill County Oregon

This had to be the third time you've killed him You considered, cocking your pistol. No, maybe the fourth or fifth, but definitely not the first. A man was only supposed to die once, right? In the words of his frat, Sigma Sigma Sigma Sigma 'We Stand Unshaken'. Well he sure did given this wasn't the first time you'd done this

Whirling behind yourself, gun shaking in your hands, you tried to crane your ears to get an inkling of him.

"Oh baby, there isn't a need for that." He spoke so softly, it made you want to beleive him. "It's me. No need to be violent." Christopher wasn't one to go down easy...the man- the thing wasn't even human. You wished you had never gone on that camping trip with him- had never seen him drink from that hiker alone. You wished you hadn't emptied a barrel into his head- or at least you wished he'd have stayed down after you spent so long putting him in that grave. Only for him to appear at your morning lecture the next day.

You wished you didn't have to kill him, but with all of these missing people on campus, hell, you might be next.

He was the star of Pecan University, the belle of Roadkill County Oregon. Why did he have to be inhuman? Why? Why did he have to have that sweet voice?

"Baby, please. What you saw in them woods...we can talk out." He was in the doorway...wasn't he?