Creeping through the door I came face to face with pitch darkness. Nobody knew that I was here. Not even James. The lights were out in all corners of the house and not even Harry's snoring could be heard from the kitchen where I stood. I decided that they must be staying at Harry's for the night despite the unlikelihood of that event and went to light some candles to provide me with some light. Once the room had been cast into an eerie glow I could see it all - the kitchen had been cleaned and neatly packed away as if nobody had touched it. Bizarre. I fixed myself a glass of gin from the bottle that I had hidden long ago behind one of the few cupboards in our small kitchen; I was glad to see that it had no been thrown out my good for nothing sister. My list was at it's end now...Elizabeth would be dead by the end of the week.

As I sipped at my gin I heard a sharp, almost desperate knock at the door and I stood to answer it. For some reason the thought of calling out to see who was knocking for me at such a late hour skipped my mind and so I grabbed one the candle lamps from the side and walked slowly to the door. Opening it a gush of cold air filled the room - freezing me from the inside out; freezing my heart that had only just begun to warm to James' love and care...a green mist surrounded my feet and before I could even welcome him something sharp dug into my side and I dropped the candle lamp to the floor with a clutter. The light extinguished - plunging the room into darkness...

Forced in...twisted...pulled out...

Driven into my heart...