The Dead of NightI stood at the kitchen sink, rinsing my hands of blood, what had just happened minutes ago still ringing through my mind like a church bell. Afterwards, I walked past the living room and down the hall to my bedroom. I sat in my bed, wrapping my arms around my knees, sitting and trying to forget. Just sitting in the dim light of my uncovered window. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shadowy figure once again. He stepped forward, centering Himself into my vision. As usual, I couldn't see His face past the shadow of his hood. He stood there, staring me down. After what seemed like an eternity, He threw down a Klondike bar."I hope it was worth it." He muttered in disgust, fading into the black canvas that was the shadow of the night that enveloped my room.