I was staring my lover’s murderer. It was a battle of will power, and I was losing. There was an evil look in their eye, and that smile, so long and grotesque. I shivered. Their face was sharp and keen. So unbelievably smart to be able to evade the police for over 5 months. I wanted to scream. To take a step back, to run away, to call for help, but I just stood still. So unbelievably still. My limbs were frozen but that killer was loose. They were enjoying this. I blinked, once, twice, then straightened my shirt. I grinned back at the mirror. “The police should believe that,” I murmured, and left the house, with the door locked and a rotting smell drifting from the basement.