Bong! Bong!

The churchbells rang. Rain pounded down upon slick streets. The night was as black as the deeds that had occured.

I trotted along with my head down along the streets devoid of life. True, my intentions had been good, but the sickly scent of murder hung profusely in my nostrils.

And at last I was home. I hung my coat upon the wall and lowered my self into an armchair. I glanced into the the darkened window and screamed.

The face of a man stared back at me. A face that I had seen mere minutes ago pleading for my forgivness. A face whose eyelids I had seen droop shut.

Terror gripped me. I blinked my eyes and the face was gone. Uneasy now, I turned back to my armchair. He was there. a corpse unfit for the grave covered in blood and rain.

And even as I stared, he arose. He draped his arms around me as though in an embrace. He stared at me with blank sockets. Then, he placed a shriveled hand upon my heart and all went black.

Bong! Bong!

The churchbells rang.