I see him. He’s a dark man with tall shadows surrounding him. He’s a cold man with no heart. He was a man of many men. He was a tall demon. A dangerous shadow.

I see him. He walks into his room and struts around like a peacock. Humans never know what lurks in their closets. They only ever think about what they see. Not what they don’t.

I lick my lips. I could laugh at him. He’s foolish. He’s a stupid male. He attacked women. He hurt women. I wished I could kill him, but I could I be patient. I had to be patient.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

He slowly took off his shirt. He sighed. I hissed happily. He was defenseless. His guard was down. He was fine.

I launched myself from the closet. He turned, but didn’t see me. I was invisible. I was undetectable. I was a hero ghost.

I grabbed him and sunk my claws into him. He screamed out in anger. I smiled. His pain was a freeing. His blood excited me. He was a monster. More people would die tonight. He made me hungry for more. I needed more blood. More pain.

I sunk my teeth into his shoulder and felt the satisfaction sink in. I was a hero. I was saving myself. He tasted like power. Like freedom. I smiled happily.

I threw him against the wall. I am victorious. His heart has stopped. It’s over. I win. He is dead.