Dead Killer (9)

Siwan yawned widely as he stretched his limbs. He woke up in the middle of the night, feeling kinda thirsty. The water jug by his bed was empty so he headed for the kitchen. 

It was quite dark that night, even darker than usual. The sky outside was moonless and the shadows from the large trees in the garden were looming around the mansion. A strange calmness lingered in the air but it was rather a cold one. The windows were closed but a cool breeze was coming from somewhere, making him shiver. Siwan was too sleepy to notice the chill.

Instead, he sleepily walked towards the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. A shadow was closely tailing him, watching its prey. Siwan was unaware of the thing following him and he entered the kitchen. The shadow was in tandem with his steps, stalking him as he slowly opened the fridge.

A dark figure slowly emerged from the shadow. Its red eyes were observing the man who was now residing in the heart of the woman it loved.