Henry

*stab. stab. stab.* The sounds of a knife slicing through a body were the only noises heard in the room. The man was already dead, but a few more stabs won't hurt. There was no particular reason for killing him. This man was lonely. Nobody would've missed him anyways. The house was empty– hold on. Henry stopped in his tracks, the knife slightly lifted. There was someone in the doorway. He had his back facing the door but he knew it. He could feel it. There wasn't supposed to be anyone in here.