Screams are echoing through the hallways as I make my way to the kitchen. I look swiftly look around. I need a knife! I spot a nice big knife and I grab it firmly. I then quickly run through the hallway, down to the basement. As I go closer, the screams grow louder and louder. The screams so shrill that my ears won't stop ringing. I go down the stairs and open the big ,black, heavy door to the basement. And as I open the door, the stench of blood immediately stings my nose. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. And as I open my eyes again, I can't help but smile. What a wonderful sight. My victim squirming like a worm on the ground looking for a place to hide. I turn around to lock the door. I can't have my new toy escape right? I then slowly walk over to her. I lift her head by grabbing her by her long, shiny, dark brown hair. She closes one eye in pain and let's out a loud grunt. I just smirk and grip tighter. I look her dead straight in her ocean blue eyes and drop her back down. Her weak and frail body falls down like a small sack of potatoes. So laughable. As she falls down she then quickly looks up with a glare in her eyes. It is my death she wishes, but that is not what I will give her. For only the strong survive in this world. And she, she is...