It is the night

The moon shone bright as he walked up the drive way towards the house he knocked on the door the woman answered it wearing a sheer nightgown which stirred things low in his belly but he pushed those aside because he knew what he had to do he pushed her into the house and slammed the door behind him he threw the bag he was carrying onto the sofa and slapped the woman across the face she let out a blood curdling scream as she went down and when she did she hit her head on the coffee table.

"Take that you bitch" he spat at her as she lay on the floor knocked unconscious and bleeding to death going into the bag he retrieve his chalk and his knife he proceeded to draw the circle and the images that floated in his head around the body of the woman.