EXTRACT FOR
The White Room
(Christine Spencer)

...Jim was completely and utterly lost, when he noticed a lonely figure in the distance. Maybe this guy could help me with some directions... He walked faster, trying to catch up with a stranger, who soon turned into one of the narrow streets.



Oh God... What is it?? Blood ran cold in Jim's veins, when he heard a loud scream piercing the silence of the night. Horrified, he peeked around the corner. A tall dark man, wearing a top hat and a long black cloak, was kneeling by the side of a woman laying on the pavement. Her feet were kicking the ground and hands were trying to free the throat, firmly held by the man with one hand, whilst another, armed with a long sharp blade was going up and down, falling on the woman's body until it turned into a bloody mess and desperate screams drowned in the darkness.



Jim was shaking with horror. Unable to move or speak, he was pressing his body into the cold brick wall, praying not to be noticed. His heart was beating so hard, that Jim was afraid it would jump out of the chest, alerting the killer to his presence. The mysterious man cleaned the blade with the victim's skirt and got up to his feet. Jim heard steps - slow, heavy, deliberate, they were echoing in the empty street in a rhythm that was spelling out one short word... Death.