A Murderous Encounter

The First Breath

You were walking home from your job. The wind was blowing, the light jacket you had grabbed in a rush earlier that day was doing you no good. It was mid-September and it was still warm but the days were starting to get chilly again starting with the nights.
        As you approached your street you see a man at the end of the street. He was tall but you couldn't see his face. The dark hoodie he wore with the hood up and the street lamp over head shadowing his face didn't help, but what you could see was the shine of a large sharp object. You stop and hide in a bush before he can see you. He turns down your street, and you follow.
     As you follow the man you pass your house and contemplate whether you should risk the run or keep following him. You don't take the risk and keep following him. As you walk further and further down your street you notice that the town still hadn't fixed all of the street lamps so some were flickering and some where off completely. You check your phone and see that you have a few notifications YouTube, Twitter, and Instagram. You look at the top of your phone and realize you have no signal not even data. 'How typical of a horror movie' you laugh to yourself. During your internal laughter you realize that he had entered a house. Normally you would have thought that this was fine but normal people don't enter their houses through their windows. Even though you thought it strange to enter through a window you followed him through it. As you approached the stairs you had seen him go up you start to hear pleading. It was a woman's voice and she was begging for mercy. You go up the stairs and see a hallway. Two doors on the left three on the right. Four of the doors were closed. The two that were open were the bathroom and a room which looked to be illuminated by the light of a television. It also happened to be the room where the source of the pleading was coming from. As you slowly approach the doorway you see and unconscious man maybe in his mid 30's laying at your feet blood pooling around his head. You stop and wrap your scarf around his head to slow the bleeding and you proceed to look into the room. You see the man knife in hand holding a woman by her hair with the knife to her throat. He's whispering things to her but she's not listening she's just pleading for her life and for the life of her kids to be spared. He's not listening to her and she's not listening to him. He starts to get annoyed and gives her head a painful looking jerk. You start to really get a good look at his face long black hair and silver eyes, eyes of killers