He stood by your bed. 

"GO TO SLEEP.." an inhumane voice said.

You couldn't go anywhere. You could only lay on your bed, telling yourself that this is just a nightmare. A horrible nightmare.

The man in tattered white was grinning, as he stared at you with a bloodied knife in his hands.

Slowly... Your eyelids fluttered shut as your mind tries to escape this cruel reality and into an unconscious state.

Waking up, the sinister bloodied face was the last thing you will ever see.

His method of killing always changes..

Sometimes he would strangle them, sometimes drown them, sometimes even... using his dad's methods.

Having being thrown away as a baby, he had adapted to the style of living he is living today. 

With nothing else to do, the killer cells in his body has led him to adore the sight of life leaving a human's body. 

He's not planning to stop.