Mass Murders: A Short Story

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The light from the TV screen illuminated the bedroom in a flickering glow, as the screen constantly changed between a scene of a mass murder, and a female reporter in a black suit and tie. The reporter's voice droned on about how and when the murders had been committed, and how the culprit was expected to be the same Stihr as last time. The screen flicked back to the heaps of bodies, now closed off to the public by yellow warning tape. A vast and seemingly quixotic amount of blood covered the disemboweled and occasionally dismembered corpses of the night-shift workers at the Empire State Building. Alastor gagged at the sight of the bodies, closing his eyes and grasping blindly for the remote. Seconds later, his fingers closed around the

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