• The attendance at the “Here comes the Kraken” concerts were always low but now with the legendary killer with crazy antics on the loose they were very, very low. Phyllis’s (yeah hardcore name, right?) band played their discordant music every Thursday night at “Fluffy’s Bar and Grill.” They got payed $100 a week but that got split up into four so Phyllis only got $25 this obviously could not pay the rent for her one bedroom apartment in the most inelegant part of town so she worked and Dunder Mifflin, a paper company, for her day job. After the “plaudits” she said bye to the three other guys in her band; Jim, Dwight and Michael then forced a smile and waved at their only fan Marco and Polo who are Siamese twins.
    She sprinted out to her very durable old busted down car and speeded all the way home because no one was out. Why would they be? There was a wanton killer on the loose. She raced to her apartment building, ran as fast as she could up the multiplex and pulled out her key. It started to pour rain. She could hear the howl of the wind and the rapid drum beat of the rain. CRACK went the thunder and she turned her head when the lightning flashed. She saw a silhouette of a man in the close proximity of the hallway. Her eyes widened and she veered towards the door before she realized the man had vanished. Breathing hard Phyllis locked the door, dead bolted it and gingerly chained it shut multiple times. Phyllis was what you’d call a scardy cat; even she would admit it.
    Phyllis tried to turn on the lights because she was scared of the dark but the storm must have blown the power lines down. This is turning into a bad horror movie, she thought. CRACK she screamed and saw the same man out in the hallway again only this time he was only inches away from her face. He was wet head to toe because of the rain. His eyes were bloodshot and he was very haggard looking. He wore a long olive green trench coat with bulky motorcycle boots. He looked 50 or 60 but his face was full of lines and wrinkles and his thin light brown hair was shoulder length. When the lightning was gone so was he. Phyllis was aghast. She raced to the phone. Nothing. She closed the curtains and locked herself in the bathroom.
    Oh my god, she thought what am I going to do? I don’t know anyone in the whole building and even if I did they wouldn’t believe me. I’m not going to run to one of the guy’s places. They would only laugh at me. She took a shower even though she had seen Physco a thousand times. After that she went to the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal. Ha! I’m having cereal when there’s a mad serial killer on the loose, she thought. CRACK she spun around all but there was no one there. Phyllis sighed. See it was all just my obsessive imagination, she thought this whole killer thing is really getting to me and this storm too, gosh I hate storms now. After she ate her cereal she closed the curtains. CRACK the man was outside on the fire escape she could see his shadow. SCREEECH! The man was scratching his nails on the window. Phyllis covered her ears and ran towards her room.
    She locked the door and hid under the covers of her bed. Phyllis took a few breaths and tried to calm down. She was warm and cozy and CRACK. The lightning flashed Phyllis made a whimpering sound, mustered all the courage she could to poke her head out of the covers. He was crouching in the corner staring at her. He stood up, held out his hand and said, “It’s time.” Phyllis yelped and fell to the ground hitting her head on the nightstand. The lamp crashed on the floor and Phyllis landed bleeding and no longer breathing.