Chapter One

The deep, red blood slowly ran down the stairs. Soaking step by step into the carpet. The blood slowly came to a stop at a pair of boots, barely staining the toes, at the bottom of the stairs. At the top of the stairs, where his eyes fell, a hand was lying limp in the doorway to the bedroom. The blood slowly dripped off her finger, gathering in a small pool before falling into a cascading red waterfall. He contently smiles, pleased with himself. His eyes take a final glance at his perfect murder. He smiles again and walks out his front door for the final time.