Day 394: Scary

The killer was waiting.  His victims were down here somewhere, he only had to wait.

They all made the same mistakes.  If they would stay in one place and hide he'd have to kill them much slower.  One or two might even escape.

He quietly listened to water dripping from rusty, old pipes, waiting to hear the first footsteps.  He paced his breathing.

 He found that if he didn't slow down his heartrate then he couldn't enjoy it as much.

 Someone was crying.  He smiled.  Those were his favorites.  He liked to save them for last, but if this one revealed itself first, then so be it.

He tapped the knife against his forehead and thought for a moment.

Maybe the garrote first...