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Victim's POV

I had received the note a week ago, at the end of may. I had thought it a sick joke from my friends, but as time wore on I wasn't so sure about that. I wasn't even sure my friends would ever do that. They had a sick sense of humour all right, but not that sick.

I questioned them about it, and they had no clue about the note, until I showed them. They told me of the so called spider killer the police had been hunting for years. I had faintly heard of him, but he wouldn't come back now, would he?

School ended for the day and I walked home, wary as usual. Wariness had been my normal mental state since I had received the note. Not paranoia. The supposed sender of the note had gone away two years ago, surely he wouldn't be returning would he?

It was probably just a sick joke to drive me out of my mind. A week I decided i would give it. If no one jumped out of me after another a week was up it was definitely a prank and not the real murderer.

I turned onto a street, about five minutes away from my home. There was one other person on the street. Average everything. I ignored him. Surely the murderer would have at least one identifying feature, or even carry around a knife. The idea sounded ridiculous in my head, but my principles stayed the same. This mundane, everyday person couldn't be a murderer. Probably some bored office worker on his way home. Not a murderer.

I continued walking on, past the rows of uncaring, cold estate houses. I passed a dark alleyway and the person crossed the street to me. He followed me for a few seconds, before finally speaking.

"Excuse me? I think you dropped something?" His voice even sound average, the kind you would not forget.

"I'm pretty sure I didn't drop anything." I said and walked slightly faster. I wasn't a good runner, and he would probably be able to outrun me, but any headstart was a good one.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure you did." He said forcefully. What reason would a stranger have for being forceful in his speech?

I turned around too face him and the moment I was distracted he latched on to my arm with an iron grip. I tried to escape but he dragged me into another dark alleyway. I couldn't die here. Not with so much to live for. I was young for god's sake. I didn't deserve to die. If I even had to die, why this cold heartless alleyway? Why not the warm June sun? Which had seemed chillier today than usual. Probably an omen of death I thought, reflecting on it.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to buy time. If I could buy enough time, someone would come looking for me soon enough.

"Killing you." He said with a creepy smile.

"Why are you going to kill me?" I asked, taking a new line of questioning.

"Why you, or why teenagers?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Both."

"Well, teenagers because you are delightfully ignorant. You think you will always be protected by your parents, but when you reach the first test of trust, they fail, and unfortunately for you, the first fail will be the last. And you in particular? Its amusing watching you flail about I'm a panicked way, watching you jump at the shadows. I select each of my victims because they have the most amusing of reactions."

"Why are you killing anyone?" I asked. More time, I needed more time. No one had come, but there was still the faint possibility.

"Because I'm what you would call a psychopath, and what I call genius. I can kill without leaving trails, and no one can ever find me. I have too many contacts in positions of power that will notify me when ever someone gets too close too my trail. Blackmail is such a useful tool. And I can. Who needs any other reasons?"

"Why did you stop killing for two years?" This man, this thing was deranged. Part of me wanted to give up so I wasn't here with him, but the rest of me was too scared of death, and the fearful methods he was supposed to kill his victims with.

"I guess I had a moment of what you could call clarity. I saw the light, and I went towards heaven. I did good hinge in life, and what is right to most people." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why are you going back to killing?" I asked.

He gave another smile. "I'm too addicted too killing, too good at it to stop."

I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted me. "I'm tired of speaking."

He let go of my arm and I moved to run away and he blocked me, pushing me onto the floor.

Black arms erupted out of his side and he laughed, black hair growing. He blotted out the only sun coming through the faraway alley opening with his transformation. Once my eyes got used to the dark light I realised what he had transformed into. A giant spider. I opened my mouth to scream and spiders crawled down my throat. I couldn't breathe, and I was covered in crawling, chit-chattering spiders.

I heard a sound that sounded like a gutteral laughter, and I looked back at the giant spider. How could something like that even exist? It was a monster and had no place on this earth. And it was going to kill me. And my murder would remain unsolved. For no one had captured this monstrous killer, and now I saw why. He could transform into a giant spider, and the rest of the time was a mundane boring person. That was how he remained undetected. If only I had told the police of the note. They could have been here and caught the killer. Or maybe they would have laughed at me. Laughed at me probably, who believes a teenager with a note who only partially believes the note himself?

I felt the hairs of the spiders face on me, and I would have screamed, had I not had a million spiders in my throat, scuttling and crawling everywhere.

I felt two points of pain and it took me moments to realise it was the monsters teeth, and I fainted dead, as the huge, hideous monster sucked my blood and drained the life from my corpse, leaving only a husk in his wake...