Jerome crept into the darkened room with his trusty baseball bat in hand. He knew he heard something. After the rash of burglaries along his street, he refused to let the scum get away from his house.
He heard a sound of something shuffling around the corner, so he took a breath and jumped into the room. “Freeze!”
A pair of glowing yellow eyes hovered inches from him.
“Jerome McKinley. It is your time.”
Jerome’s mouth refused to work as pain shot through his chest.
A heavy darkness surrounded him as a boney hand reached out for him. “Come, Jerome…”