The night was cold, cold and dark. Windless, every moment was an another second of empty ness. The crescent moon lay high above a polluted city. The streets were very quite, especially where the Fire houses stand tall. It needed to be washed. There was dust on every square inch of the house. The Paint needs a new coat.

A car pasted and stopped at the front of the firehouse. A shadowy figure came out. It was Egon Standing tall and broad at the shoulders. He needed a Cain to walk to the door.

He proceeded to unlock the door and walk in.
As he walked into the Firehouse she realized that he had forgot his brief case in the car.

He walked to his car, opened the door and grabbed his brief case. As he closed the car door some thing caught the corner of his eye. He turned towards it, and it seemed as if it vanished.

“Huh that’s odd, I could have sworn I saw something” Egon said with a fishy look on his face as if he was sure of his sighting.

“Oh well” Egon said

Egon sighed as he proceeded to walk into the firehouse. He was tired and aching on his right knee. The House was such a mess. As he walked to the stairs a dust trail followed him. As Egon was walking up the stars he notice a picture on the wall. This pictured had his old buddies and this tortured Egon because three years ago they left him to go they’re separate ways. A tier ran down his eye, he started to finish walking up the stairs.

He entered the hallway. It was as dark as the sky. Egon could not see anything and this was not a problem because, he had turned the lights on plenty of time so it came as a second nature.

He walked down the hall to his bedroom. The hallway was a complete mess. All that looked neat was a picture of Albert Einstein. Egon always admired this picture. It was to show him how science should be.

Egon walked into his room. He began to undress for bed. Like he did every night. His room was clean. The room was one of the cleanest rooms in the house. Egon layed in his bed staring up at the ceiling. He stared there for a few moments and got under his covers.

Mean while as Egon way for sleep, the other side of town was still in shock of a murder of this kind. The police had a suspect. Yet they didn’t have a name or face drawing.

“So what do we do” young looking cop said?

“Well first we have to find this suspect, that Henry and this partner saw” said the chief of police.

“There was no finger prints on the door that she open to get to the top of the roof, we have no evidence” the young cop said in a rude tone.

“I don't give a damn if we had all the evidence in the world” the chief said in a grumpy tone.

“You will find this girl or I will make it that you will not have a job ever in this city again” the chief said.

“Yes sir” the young cop said

The crime scene was at its toll. There was no evidence or a suspect the cops could do nothing except stand there and argue.

As the cops left for the department the young girl walk the southwest streets of New York, looking for a host to take the souls of the disbelievers.

As she walked into the corner bar. Heads turned to see a women dress up in a witch cloths. They stared and then turned their heads back to what they were doing.

“What you suppose be, some kind of witch’ one of the guys said to her.

The room’s lights turned out and darkness filled the streets so no light was in the bar. Screams were heard around the street in the bar. Two gunshots were heard. Then a sound of a man was being cut in half.

The light turned on and the streets where lit by the streetlights. Body’s lay over the bars floor. Blood over the walls and smoke were the gun was fired. On the left wall was a pentagram along “The undead has arrived” across the right wall.

She had killed every person in that bar in less then a matter of seconds. She killed them not with any manmade weapon. One of the bodies was snapped in half like breaking a pencil in half.

She walked out the back with out a single scratch on her. She started to walk down the street when some one scream

“ There, there she, that’s the one, she killed them all”

When the young man finished she was gone.
The police where stunned to see the same type of
Way the man on the other side of town. But on this crime scene the suspect wrote on the wall.

The chief of police came riding up in his car. He busted open his car door in an angrily manner. He approached the crime scene. Expecting a robbery or a shop lifting.

“So what do we have here” asked the chief.

“It looks like a quadruple homicide” the other cop said.

“Man that’s two murders in the last 36 hours” the chief said in a discharged voice.

They all took a moment of silence.

“ The suspect wrote on the wall with her fingertip, it looks like” the first cop said.


“Wait you said there has been two murders, what was the other one” the second cop asked

“Ya one over where the new subway tunnels is gonna be, and here” the chief replied

“Ok I didn’t hear about that one” the first cop said.

“Well let’s see what happened hear” said the chief.

They walked to the crime scene. There lay four dead bodies in the strangest positions.

“Oh, Some one get these bodies covered” the first cop said.

“This is unbearable to look at” the chief replied.

The cops walked in the bar to seen what the could find. The crime scene was so bloody that every step you would have to watch where you put your foot down so you would not have blood on your shoes.

“Get the fingerprints of that wall” the chief said?

“Yes chief, but what should we do with the body move them or wait” asked the first cop.

“Just wait until I get authority” the chief told the two cops.

“Sir there is no finer prints” the cop that was on the other side of the room shouted.

“ What the hell, There has to be fingerprints she wrote on the damn wall” the chief replied.

“No sir not one, but it appears as though she wrote with her fingers” the cop answered him.

“Same as the last murder, no finger prints but a crucial death”

“Chief how did the other murder victim die” the first cop asked?

“ His Head was ripped off and pulled down a forty-foot ladder” the chief answered.

“ Oh damn, do you have any evidence or a clue to how it happened” the first cop asked?

“ No not one single thing” the chief replied.

The streets grew cold that night. Death was in the air. A creature was lurking in the darkness of the night.
Ready and willing to strike again at any moment. The darkness is among us.