The clock strikes midnight. I'm waiting… patiently. staring at the bulletin board on wall of my office. It's filled with countless photos perpetrator red strings connecting them. consist a suspect named Big Jack who's been killing defenseless citizens many drunk college students it all seems to be connected. I've studying him for months now examining every move. like an obsession. Halloween night he's determined strike. This time I'll one catch him. Not that I want anyone die however their sacrifice is necessary safety others. walk back over desk and sit down light cigarette. stare telephone waiting call. wait wait until rings. jump answer it. call came from team telling me act quickly there was distressed woman. She says she attacked in empty warehouse. grab jacket head out. won't fooled again! get into 1985 Chevrolet Camaro its vintage but holds up. turned out parking lot address victim said at luckily enough there's no traffic this night. arrive warehouse however nobody here. They're probably inside already. car inside it's dark dingy smells old socks. look around here maybe went wrong location looked map wrong. wander around not knowing what come something middle room note. bend take better when WHAM! hit pipe. fall floor screaming agony pain unbearable. bleeding losing consciousness can see above blurry figure Jack. He hits again. All say before everything goes black “I could stop Death kindly stopped me”.