The black booted heels clicked along the cobblestone path. It was gloomy night, the fog took over the night sky. The night was so silent you could here the distant screams of the victims. As Mary walked quietly down the alleyway there was a faint breeze that made her hair float in front of her eyes, making her vision blurry as she started to hurry down the path. There was something Mary just couldn’t put her finger on she felt uneasy, she felt as she was being watched over by someone. As Mary turned the corner, she came to a halt, her hands flew up to her face blocking her terrifying scream. Her skin lost all colour and turned a pale white colour. On ground right in front of Mary there was a lady her body was bloated and her skin was discoloured, she had a stab wound on the right side of her stomach. There was a noise a faint thud behind Mary, she slowly took her hands away from her face and turned around. There was something there a note of some sort, she stepped away from the body and nervously picked the note up, the note wasn’t normal it had random red splotches all over, it was burnt and crisp and it was crumpled up into a ball. She cautiously undone the note and skimmed the lines, the note read, sometimes dead is better, watch out……… , suddenly there was a loud bang whispers coming from the alleyway, Mary quietly made her way to the opening of the alleyway, then all she saw was darkness it was like she was falling over and over again like it was never ending that was the last thing she felt….