Sunday, 12:30 am
Eric's residence
Eric Walter had relived the moment many times. After all, it was his first kiss and it was special to him. But, now, on contrary to the other times, he felt tremors and tingles that was nowhere close to being romantic.
He'd gone so deep into the fact that he would be dead that he didn't even make attempts to come back to the surface. He wondered if anyone in this world would be bothered to arrange a proper funeral for him.
Patricia, perhaps?
And then, involuntarily, his eyes fell on the TV.
It was switched off and from the reflection, he was wise enough to perceive that there was a totally black figure approaching him from the kitchen, holding a dangerously glinting knife in its hands.
Not very pleasant thoughts entered his mind after that. He wond
