Suddenly, the ancient crimson creaked open with a gust of eerie wind entering. As the cloaked man stepped on the feather soft carpet he saw his victim sleeping by the misty window. The man awoke! Frantically the dishevelled man shouted for help and reached for his revolver, but the intruder was too fast. In a flash he had cut of the man’s head. Taking the head he left, leaving the door slightly ajar. Next day the serial killer took the head to the grave of Eduard the VI, who used to be a king Britain, because he wished to disrespect him. It was 5AM in the morning and the whole place was deserted except for the ice-cream truck in which he had arrived in.