"Lady, wake up." I shouted at the woman, but she didn't move. I walked up to her and gave her shoulder a gentle shake, but still there was no response from the woman.
I felt wetness seeping into my shoes, and I remembered the gas nozzle. I took care of that and looked down at the ground. Oh my god, the puddle of gas was mixing with blood. My eyes slowly went back to the old woman and that's when I realized she was dead.
A knife was sticking out of her partially slashed throat. I moaned, shaking with fear. How could this have happened? It had to be the serial killer, but where was he now? My heart was pounding as I looked around the yard. So many shadows, so many places to hide. He could be anywhere. What chance did I have, what should I do?
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