In the center of the shop, surrounded by burnt out candles, lay the body of another victim.
Well, a soon-to-be victim.
She’s perfect, too. Young and vibrant. So much life to give, and she’s going to give it to me.
She doesn’t hear the chime of the bell above the door as I enter. The smells of vanilla and lavender assault my nostrils and loud, hypnotic music plays over the speakers of the mom-...