I looked up at the house. The house was old and a little worn down. Some of the windows were boarded up by some paranoid male. Yes, it was a male. I knew it would be. After his wife was killed by a sadistic rapist the man had been afraid that same rapist would come back for him. Luckily, that rapist wouldn't come back, but an old friend would. Yes, I knew this man and didn't want to inflict any damage to him but, he had to learn his lesson, he couldn't go on the way he was going. I was determined to rid the world of impurity one person at a time, of course though, I couldn't stalk every last person until there's no one left. Everyone has times of impurity, but that's okay, I only care about the infamous ones, the ones who don't stop, who don't learn.
I stepped closer, quietly, listening for any sounds of movement. I heard creaking floorboards, the stairs, I knew from my experiences here. Then I heard shutters opening as I dashed to hide behind a shrub. The man was watching, he knew I was coming, I waited, and listened for the shutters to close. After a minute the shutter closed. I slowly stepped out of the shrubs and walked slowly to the front porch, skipping a creaky step. I heard a cough from inside the house and stopped for a second, listening, the footsteps walked back up the stairs. I peeped through a small crack in the door that I remembered and saw the mans right foot as he stepped up the final step. I put my hands on the doorknob, locked.
