Heather stopped in the midst of the chaos and watched with disoriented wonder. Travis’s body slumped down leaving a trail of blood on the wall just the width of his torso. She looked down at her shoes. She was just a couple of feet from him and he was leaking.

The man had flown across the room when the first scream sounded. It echoed up the stairwell. Heather had noticed earlier the acoustics were quite nice in the old house. She looked away from her shoes after taking a few steps safely back away from the gathering puddle.

The cacophony of building screaming voices was threatening her sanity so to drown them out she was thankful for her MP3 player. She plugged her ears and moved to a corner. Keeping her hands at her ears, she knelt in the corner, rocking gently, afraid to close her eyes. Volume full blast, few screams reached her eardrums.

The blood and bodies would forever haunt her daydreams and nightmares. And Him in his macabre playground, killing randomly. Screaming, “This is for you.”