It was a dark lonely night when he left the room. In no time he had left the pool of light surrounding the house and had progressed ito the eerie woods around his remote abode. He was sure that there would be no trouble this time. He was wrong. He had hardly come into the clearing when he noticed a body. It was lying on a large stone placed in the moonlit glade. It was female, he could tell by the smooth lines of her dress. A dress rudely interrupted by the gleaming knike sticking through her heart. This had been the second such murder he had come across. The very memory of his mother's empty eyes filled him with dispair. Before he could react there was a noise behind him. He turned to see a dark shape fly across the sky towards him. He never found out what it was and nobody ever cared either which makes this a rather pointless story really........