I started to sob. I don’t know why this monster in the coat with the umbrella came again, but he did. And when he left, he took my girlfriend’s life with him.

I sat under the bus stop and hid from the rain. I hid from the man in the coat with the umbrella as well. He may have taken my love’s life, but he won’t take mine. Or so I thought.

His arms reached to grab me from behind. I wasn’t fast enough. I was never fast enough.

So that’s why I’m now in the morgue, looking at my own mangled body. The police may have never noticed, but on every victims body, there was a message. And mine was ‘no more dreams or nightmares, my love’.

Who knew my darling’s handwriting was so unrecognizable.