Its raining is pouring, the old man is snoring.

59 year old Perry McCarrnish tiredly waddled up the stairs to his apartment on the top floor. When the old man locked the door, after slowly climbing up the five flights of stairs, he stopped at his antique coat hanger and pulled off his soaked rain coat, grateful he brought it. Once he hung it up he unbuckled his belt and laid it on the island in the kitchen with a soft *thud*. He sleepily trudged across the cold wooden floor and plumped down on his creaky bed; he slipped off his shoes and slipped under the sheets, quickly falling asleep due to the peaceful sound of rain drops bouncing off the roof and hitting his window.

He went to bed, bumped his head, and couldn't get up in the morning.

Out of the shadows crept a dark silhouette, quietly stalking towards the snoring man. The shadow raised his hand which was clutching a bottle, and swiftly brought it down on Mr.McCarrnish's head. A sickening *crack* and the shattering of the bottle could be heard through the thin walls by the neighbors.

The San Francisco police department got a strange day. The chief if police received a recording from an unknown number. It was blocked and untraceable, she decided to play it in front if one of her more trusted deputies.

It was sickening. There was a person speaking in a deep raspy voice, they were repeating a line from a children's nursery rhyme over and over. "Its raining its poring." They breathed out, you could hear rain and heavy footsteps in the background. The voice silenced and barley audible, a door creaked open and heavy footsteps paused, the door clicked and you heard something mildly heavy being set down. There were more footsteps and a "humpf", after a short while you could hear snoring.

The two officers looked at each other, unsure of what was going to happen.

Once the snoring got slightly louder and more steady, the voice started again, only slightly quieter. "The old man is snoring, went to bed, bumped his head, and didnt get up in the morning."

The two police, starting to get worried at what they were hearing, continued listening in silent terror.

There was silence then you could hear a shattering sound, possibly a glass bottle or lamp, and a low cracking sound. The following dripping sound, presumably blood dripping to the ground, and the creaking of a window opening and closing were the last things heard on the recording.