Slowly trudging through the swampy field silhouetted by the moon, was
the fifth patient of the Silo Strangler. He was 15 years old, 5ft 6th and
was your usual young adult who thought that all the world revolved around him
and that nothing at all could harm him. His father placed down the rules in his
house and the a single he, produced a point of most was that Andy should not
break out of his room and evening to go and drink along with his friends.
Not only was this illegal pertaining to him being drinking, the Silo Strangler was
hiding around and had already murdered four persons in the vicinity of
the village. It absolutely was violating this rule that got Andy killed.
That started when he climbed out of his bedroom window for 10: 30PM.
He shuffled down the cast iron drainpipe down the aspect of his house to
the ground, he sneaked throughout the house in total stealth making sure
no person saw him. He entered the well-lit main street, which rotten the
serenity of the community, bringing even more people to the village who
bought residences for obscene amounts of cash and the Buttermilk
Bluebeard. Then he climbed awkwardly through the barbed cable fence
attempting his greatest not to destruction himself or his garments as his parents
knows he had recently been out in the event he performed.
Now having been in the field he could not tell you it, he had to slowly and gradually
walk, over the edge of the field, because there was corn on the cob growing
in it and so he had to take care to not stand in or trip over one of many
corn vegetation. When he reached the end with this field he previously could manage
through the subsequent field after that he had to walk throughout the woods towards the
other area of the small town.
The woods were strange place, especially in the darker when every thing
seemed to alter. Trees looked like people. Limbs looked like hands
and regular noises just like and owls hooting, or a bird placing of to fly
made you feel as you were being viewed.