Off Town

David leaned on the closed door, panting slowly and staring at the killer. The killer began to move closer to him step by step and shaking his head slowly as he was moving. He brought out his knife and brought his face closer to David. David, breathing slowly, focused his eyes on the white mask, trying to get hold of the electric lamp stand besides the door.

“Jake?” David called and the killer raised the knife

The moment the killer raised the knife for a stab, David got his hands on the lamp stand and hit it hardly on the killer’s head. He staggered back and returned with the knife for another stab. David held his hand with his strength and pushed him away. His towel fell off and the killer looked at him and chuckled.