The little old woman and little old man ran after the gingerbread man. 'Stop! Stop!' they yelled.The gingerbread man did not look back. He ran on saying, 'Run, run as fast as you can! You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!'
The killer smiled as he looked over his work for the night. He knew exactly who was going to be hurt when the staff found the bodies. These kills were not about the deceased this time, but rather who would be missing them. That what it was all about was it not? The memory of what he had done slowly came to his mind as he shut the door behind him with a smile.
He could still hear the screams of the girl before he worked on the guy. He wanted the person on the other end to feel each and every cut of whatever that creature was to the main target. Taking out the support people have already been decided and almost complete. The crooked smile crossed his face as he walked to his room and shut the door.
