THE NIGHTSMAN…

It was time he’d left it 7 years this time, really pushing it the erge was getting to strong if he left it any longer people might start to notice. Alright he’d landed the perfect job, night security for a canning company in the middle of nowheresville, he only had to say hello to two people and they were just security personnel at handover, one at 10pm when he took over and one at 6am when he finished for the day, 7 days a week but in one of those handy little one week on the next off and so on, 3 weeks holiday, sick pay a good wage and company vehicle it was a great job the perfect job for him!

The slight shake had started 2 nights ago so he new it was time, 3 more day and it would be his week off, he’d be able to travel and indulge , he wouldn’t leave it so long. And so Friday came he handed over to Mac got in his car and drove home. His bag was already packed, after locking up he walked to the bus stop in the next road headed for town. Now on a train he was headed about 100 miles north to a village called Riddlington, he’d stuck a pin in the map and the pin had chosen Riddlington. He made a beeline for a BnB paid cash, Mr J. Jack was sighted in and wanted a early breakfast wake up call.

His room was simple, a bed (single) side table with lamp and phone. A chair by the rooms only window, the view was pleasant enough, a couple of houses then fields and trees. Putting his bag on the bed he pulled out his black trousers, hoodie and beanie, he got changed and waited. Midnight came the house was all but silent, opening his window he slipped out , he cut across three back gardens to a lane that lead one way to the fields he had seen from his room, or the other way to the street. He walked the quiet streets only the occasional buzz came to his ear when near a street light. Sniffing the air every few minuets he soon picked up the scent of perfume just a moment old, he stepped round a corner and ther she was walking away from him, she smelled delightful, young and un-touched. He quickened his pace, ever the silent nightsman. He was upon her now he could smell her hair, she had no idea of the nights true dangers. The next street light was out and he made his move, she barley made a noise.

The phone rang at 6am for him to go to the kitchen, that day he went another 50 miles by train this time west then the day after 30 miles south, after that he returned home with a couple of days left before having to go back to work Monday night.

Saturday evening he was sat with a mug of tea watching some quiz show or other, adverts came on and he fancied a biscuit or two, he’d just ridden to his feet when a news bulletin interrupted the adds…

THIS JUST IN: SOURCES SAY THAT POLICE ARE LOST FOR LEADS AS …. THE RIPPER HAS STRUCK AGAIN, THIS TIME IN BUCKLEY-ON-THE-WATER, CHELMSFORD AND RIDDLINGTON. …… IF YOU HAVE ANY LEADS PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL POLICE STATION

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