He pulled the long, narrow red dagger from the concealed pocket of his cloak as he looked down upon his sleeping victim. In the bed lay a young woman of profound beauty, her nightgown of high quality and expense, with gems sparkling on the thin silk cloth. The intruder smiled behind his mask, knowing it would be only a moment before the perfectly sharpened blade of his knife would strike her skull, tear through her flesh, and stab one of the most vital organs in the body. The act would leave her no time to wake nor scream. His lips curled into a sneer again, though this time at the thought of soaking her pretty little nightgown in a pool of dark red blood, the soft white silk being smeared with the thick liquid.

 The killer's hands shook with excitement as he raised the dagger, his expression that similar of a madman's. His eyes stared at his peaceful victim he watched all of them die. Each murder he committed, his eyes watched every second of their deaths, savoring the moments until their last breaths. The masked killer never failed to finish his job, though, by ensuring that each person was dead before fleeing.

 Taking a long, deep breath, the killer's eyes narrowed in on the woman from behind his black mask, his muscles tensing, his heart racing. He swung his arm down, dagger in hand, and watched as it sliced into her skull, the blood pouring almost instantly from her gash. Immediately, the woman's eyes opened, but the killer continued thrusting the pointed knife into her head. A faraway look formed in her eyes, but the man didn't stop. He continued violently and angrily stabbing at the dead body, watching as the blood flowed heavily from her many wounds. His insanity was evident, and he knew it, but that simple fact was nothing to his need for killing.

The bedsheets were drenched, along with the woman's nightgown, which brought the intruder satisfaction. Blood dripped from the bed onto the wood floors, surrounding the killer's shoes. He paid no mind to the mess, for he didn't care he was staring at the once beautiful body that was now mangled and bloody. The sight would be stomach-churning and disturbing to some, the killer knew, but not to him. He wished he could stay with the body look at it but he couldn't, for it was only midnight and he had other places to be other people to see.