She guessed it all started at the age of five for the poor children. The heat seemed to expand and she tossed and turned in her sleep as time seemed to tick on.

All would never be the same. She tossed and turned in her sleep, and she kept watching, seeing the images pass through her mind-

The fact that she would never be viewed the same ever again. The summer night seemed to go on forever. She rolled over to look at the clock, which read 12:30 am. She dreaded the next day.

Lindsey Squire was an ambitious woman, and yet she hated her work. What she had help participate in twenty years prior made her realize one thing- There are two types of people, the ambitious, and those who were forced to follow. And Lindsey use to be one who would follow.

 And she hated every second of those days. Those days were filled with innocence and gullibility, and she longed to forget them, no matter the cost.

Now her days were spent organizing theories and her nights were filled with the screams and cries that haunted her from the old days.

But that would change slowly over the years as she continued to see a doctor. The  screams began to die down, and eventually, the dreams began to disappear, and Lindsey began to feel at ease finally.

Lindsey shifted in her sleep as another dreamless night began to pass. Late into her seemingly dreamless sleep, she heard a crash!

She immediately shot upright, almost as if she woke up from a nightmare. She shifted her head, looking for what had caused the noise. She steadily creeped out of bed, carefully as to not make any noise. Was she just hearing things?

She reached the door, and leaned close, hoping to catch wind of any evidence of another person being there.

Nothing.

Relieved, Lindsey began to crawl back into bed, wanting to slumber again.

Crash! She quickly turned her head back to her bedroom door. She slowly yet again graced on over to the door. She reached over to the side of a dresser to pull out a long and skinny metallic bat into her iron-like grip, and she twisted the knob to the door, and swung the wooden door open wide ever so slowly.

Lindsey cautiously stepped through, her bat's metallic surface cooling her touch. She navigated her house, finally reaching the living room, and she heard what had sounded to be shuffling footsteps and rustling papers.

She peered around the corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of anybody inside.

And sure enough, there was. A large bodied figure dressed in dark plaid flannel hovered over an open drawer in a file cabinet, their hands flipping through an open file. She squinted her eyes to read the file name, but the writing was too small for her to read.

The figure then straightened their back, and she almost let out an audible gasp. She recognized this person,  their eyes filled with an unkindled hatred. "Who's there?" their gruff voice grunted through a black bandana.

Lindsey clasped a hand over her mouth and began to hyperventilate: She took quick, raspy breaths. 'Take a deep breath' she reminded herself. She then heard thudding footsteps heading away from her, and her breathing began to slow down.

After a minute, Lindsey snuck a glance around the corner. The drawer was left open, and various files were thrown across the living room. She carefully approached her file cabinet, bat turning in her hand.

She crouched down a bit, and peeked inside the drawer. She checked the folders that she could see, and her eyes widened. The files containing one of her earliest experiments from Omid Laboratories was missing!

She stood up, and she heard quick, shuffling movement. She turned to stare deeply into eyes set ablaze with hatred. And Lindsey began to shake unsteadily.

She shuffled over to the side, but he shot an arm out to catch her shoulder. Using her free arm, she gathered all her strength possible to swing her bat at him. "G-Get out of m-my house!" she exclaimed as the bat made contact with his shoulder, to which he immediately released his grip on her and grabbed his own, and she took the opportunity.

Lindsey ran over to the landline in the hallway, and she began to dial 911 frantically, struggling to press the right buttons due to her trembling hands. Right as she was about to press the call button, she was forcefully turned around, and she was shoved into the wall.

He stood right in front of her, "Why you little..." he began.

"W-Who're you?" she inquired.

"I happen to be the last thing that you will ever see." Lindsey looked down to his other hand, and she saw that it was clasped over a chef's knife.

"N-No, p-please..." she pleaded.

"Should've stayed in bed." He thrust the knife quickly, and the knife buried itself deep inside her lower right abdomen, and a white hot flash of pain panged throughout her body. He twisted his wrist in a jerking motion, and the knife delved deeper into her. She opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a strained exhale.

After a few seconds, he pulled out the chef's knife, and Lindsey let out a sharp gasp, and she felt the steady flow of blood pour out of the wound, soaking her pajamas.

He set her down gently, almost as if he cared for her safety, and grabbed the file that she was just looking at.

"I'm sorry. This isn't personal... Just business." He then turned away, and walked out of her house, leaving Lindsey to lay on the ground, lifeless.

The body laid there, on the cold hard ground until a woman walking her dog managed to pass by, her dog running to the partially cracked door, barking like crazy. His owner curiously pushed the door open, walking inside the seemingly empty house, hand shaking slightly as the house was unbearably cold.

She stepped into the home and followed the hallway down, where she saw a glistening pool of a dark, crimson liquid on the ground as she then stepped closer.

Once she was close enough, that is when she saw it. Lindsey's corpse lay on the ground, dead, her eyes open yet glassy.

The woman screamed and ran out of the house as her dog kept barking at the body as she ran across the street to her house, frantically unlocking it as he rushed to her phone. She dialed 911, and waited.

"911 what is your emergency?" came a gruff male voice, sounding like he was half asleep.

Without hesitation, the woman opened her mouth to speak, "My neighbor is on the ground bleeding out in her home please help!" she yelled into it in a panicked manner.