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Brittany's family knew across the channel, which is supposed to be a safe area.

- I have the key, I'll be late.

The house where Brittany will work as a nanny, the houses were close, many neighbors planted, many trees and shrubs, putting an invisible barrier there, so you could enter and leave without being noticed, beyond the caves.

She arrived when they finished dinner.

You are girls. - Brittany said.

- Don't forget Brittany is the boss.

- Keep the door locked, I have the key.

- What are we going to play? - She questioned.

- I want a braid in my hair, one said.

So they went to watch movies together.

At that time of year it was still too cold to have the windows open, the air conditioning was off.

Someone sneaked in sneaking in.

A suspect was prowling around the houses, watching the houses, until he chose one.

It never crossed Brittany's mind that she was being watched.

He circled normally because a lot of people ride their bikes in Florida, he circled through the window, making a vertical cut, through the corner of the screen.

They played for a while, then they started napping.

He managed to walk halfway up the hall to see what was going on in the living room.

The girls were playing, until Brittany cut herself, when the girl offered.

- Do you want to apply an ointment? – The girl questioned.

- In her homeland where she spent Saturday night working as a nanny, in which without knowing that they were not alone.

- Very good...

I think it was time for bed.

- Just ten more minutes... - The girls asked...

- You don't want your mother to dump me, right? - She questioned.

- No... - They screamed together.

- So let's do whatever mom wants.

- Right. – The girls said.

- So, let's brush our teeth, put on our pajamas, lie in bed and I'll tell you a story. - Brittany said.

So they ran towards the bathroom.

- No running. - Brittany said from the hallway.

As soon as the invader arrived, he left the house.

She would tell a bedtime story.

They lived happily ever after.

The lady of the house called to see how it was, it was night, Brittany was sleeping, anyway, she woke up in the middle of the noise, with the television on.

He had an intention, a plan, he left the house, returning afterwards, walking around the house, he confirmed that the children were sleeping, they had no reason to check if the house was in order.

In the midst of this, she walked across the room to check on the girls, slowly opening the room, heading out into the hallway, when she called her mother, which she noted was the time, at ten o'clock, Brittany called her mother, call before her mom goes to bed to make sure everything is okay.

He surprised her, then subdued her, he took her out into the hallway, slit her neck, slit her throat, then, with the knife, took her to the master suite.

When the Johnsons returned to the place, when they saw that the lights were off, they entered the house, and noticed the trail of blood, which led from the hallway, they ran back.

Then they called the police, which at that time did not take long to arrive.

- There's blood... - The woman said, barely touching the kitchen sink.

When the police went to inspect the house, they took the girls who were sleeping when the residence became a crime scene, with their flashlights, they thought that the children slept during the event.

They still haven't seen anyone inside the house, the nanny, she was inside too, Mr. Johnson said.

The trail of someone's blood being dragged that started in the kitchen, leading up to the master suite.

Then, a police officer said, who found someone, the rescue checked the vital signs.

- She is dead. – The rescue said.

Colonel Winter, seeing the viciousness of the attack in particular, he saw it was among the worst he investigated among the wolf community...

It seemed that whoever it was, the killer was deranged, transformed by the full moon...

- Isn't there a barrier on the road between the pillars that prevents someone from going crazy? - One of them questioned.

- A moonstone crystal, there are crumbs everywhere... - One of them said.

- A drugged werewolf. - Another said.

The sudden attack, she had no way to defend herself, he attacked her with his claws, slitting her throat, there are bite marks on her body, part of her face was mutilated, she covered her up afterwards, she was sodomized and parts of it were bitten off.

She tried to reach the phone, due to the fact that she was on the floor, but he stopped her, taking off her blouse, he climbed on top of her, delivering several blows of his claws to her chest and belly, he pierced her and tore her apart with his claws. .

There are several pieces of nails and hair there, with 18 perforations, bites and mutilations, that was much more than a desire to kill someone, he even dragged her by her ankles, putting her on the bed, where he raped her.

They flip a towel, sometimes a practical gesture to stop Brittany's blood from running into his body.

The killer was careful not to leave any clues outside the house, investigators found a key clue, bicycle tracks, as well as paw prints east of the public driveway into the Johnsons' backyard, looking for an opportunity.

When the police, an hour later, the Hastur Beach police, when he arrived at his parents' house to communicate the terrible news, when the youngest girl was in the room hearing a terrible wail, a scream, when the girl came out of the bedroom.

It was at that moment, the mother saw her shook her by the shoulders, Brittany died, I knew what death was, I knew she wouldn't come back, I didn't fully understand what was going on, I can't imagine with her mother, it passed for all that, she couldn't take it.

So, the police officer who felt obliged to do justice, there was no suspect of who the murderer was, that typical crime of violence, it was not committed by others, there were a lot of nervous and apprehensive people in that place, they didn't need external motivation, between the pressure of everyone, in which they went to interrogate.

Two weeks passed without any concrete leads, then, without any leads, they approached a possible suspect, it was as if the case was going cold, they called the investigators and Hathori himself, who became involved as a consultant and detective, he was on Randolfi's trail, he had sure it was him.

2 months later, at a university in Hells Town, in the city of Lovecraft County, where the detectives' greatest fears were realized.

In the window area, single women home alone, they faced each other in her house, then ran away.

Soon many country women in Hastur south of Chtulhu County, where a white man was frequenting the place, one of the victims, drew a sketch of what he would look like, they realized it was Randolfi, it was him, there was a witness who said having seen him in a hostel near the highway on the way to college.

There was a record of all the sex offenders, with the record and in hand, they found the face, it was none of them, but it was Randolfi himself, they just needed a witness, they said that one of the hostels on the side of the city road , had received someone similar.

They met before when they arrested a stranger who called himself Wayne John, in 82 vagrancy, he was arrested for indecent exposure, he showed his genitals on campus.

He looked like the one counted as a suspect, there was a problem.

- So, let's check it out like it's the man who's been in your apartment.

They discovered that on the Memorial Day festival, the girls went out of town for the holidays.

The delay was costly, as they did not reconnoitre.

The next day, Georgina Worden, was reading in bed, she had a semi-transparent curtain, could see everything, reading and lying down.

That man's goal was to get in there.