Allan went to the wealthy side, where there were old Victorian-style homes. People removed their boarded windows, which was a mistake. He was going to come after them all tonight.

He smirked and changed into jeans and a hoodie for the cold night. He had no problem showing his face because everyone knew who he was. It was a sexy one, as one girl admitted right before he killed her, but he knew that.

He walks up to a yellow house with only a few lights turned on, ready to spend the night.

He awoke groggily from his motel bed, running his hand through his hair. He forgot to take...