Prologue: The walls are spattered with blood. The ground is spattered with blood. The room is spattered with blood. And in the middle is a blood-splattered corpse. Chapter One: It had been a few months since the gruesome murder of Chantel William and yet the horror still haunted him. No one could have ever imagined the revulsion he felt upon entering the blood-covered room that contained the corpse of a 14-year-old girl who had suffered a most terrible death. The poor girl's flesh had been ripped away from her fragile remains, revealing her bones beneath. It was covered in incredibly crimson blood, and dark bruises were clearly visible all over the frail corpse's disturbing carapace. The sight of it made him want to vomit, and only his guilt and his sense of humanity could have managed to do that. get him in there. He had tried to give in even though he knew it was his job. He was now ashamed of himself. Even though the case before him was definitely one he would never dream of getting involved in, it was nonetheless a detective's job to handle critical circumstances like these. Especially since a young girl had died because of him. He had notably seen the young girl die because of him. And that he had done nothing. Nothing. No way. He had just looked. Nothing else. He had witnessed the murder of a teenage girl and simply let it happen. He had fought to remain calm, reassuring himself that it was just a coincidence that this was the fourteenth post-kidnapping murder in two years. That the aftermath of the onslaught of all the massacres had been exactly the same as those to which he himself had been a victim...... middle of paper ...... him. He would never escape. Then, suddenly, the feeling of panic disappeared. He turned his head to see what had become of the ghosts. There was nothing there. People gave him curious looks as he walked home, but he was lost in his own terrible thoughts and ignored them. For the moment, nothing could hack his thoughts, no one could pull him out of his contemplations. He had a chance to escape. But he knew it wasn't over. The creatures would come back for him. And there was nothing he could do about it. Chapter 3: Five weeks had passed between now and the terrible incident involving the bodies on the main street, but he still couldn't get through it. spirit. The creatures had wanted to kill him. He had seen it in their eyes. So why had they left? Something must have stopped them. But what?Works citedDictionaryThesaurus