Suspense
London, 1888. The dull glow of an old street lamp lights the narrow, cobbled walkway. A gray fog seeps from the cracks in the stones. Suddenly, a shadow.
Suspense.
Farther up, you notice a sharp implement. A cloak. A top hat. The shadow glides swiftly over the cobblestones, nary a sound. A lone rat scurries from its home in a dilapidated, old building.
Suspense.
The figure silently stalks the streets. One, brutal ambition: MURDER...
Suspense.
Suddenly, a young woman appears. The figure darts into away from the light.
Suspense.
The woman walks, her footsteps echoing against the cobbles.
Suspense.
The figure stalks her from behind...
Suspense.
A hand is raised, poised.
Suspense.
In one, perfect movement, a knife penetrates a neck. A chilling shriek pierces the silence of the night. This was just the beginning. The gears had been set into motion. The first chapter in this diary of death has begun.
The Suspense[edit | edit source]
This article shall take you on a journey of the greatest serial killer of all time: THE SUSPENSE.
But not just now. Come back tomorrow.
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