Jack loved the hunt more than anything else; the thrill of finding someone perfect, stalking them for weeks and finally being able to taste them whole.

Yes, he loved it. But unfortunately for you, you were his next victim.

Your room was dark when you opened your eyes to find a silhouette above your head, looking down at you. You were about to scream when you felt a cold hand on your mouth.

“Shhh— don’t wake up the neighbors. It’s too late.”