1995
The night was cold, almost to cold. The wind was howling, and the moon was bright. As the snow fell down from the sky, voices could be heard in the distance. They where calling for something... or someone. When you think it's over, it's not. There lies poor Sally Wilder dead, in a pool of her own blood. She was found by the sheriff, sheriff Terrace Grin. She was the third victim to be found. Sally was only five. Terrace called on his walkie talkie "I found her.. she's dead."
Her body was taken away when backup arrived. This wasn't the first time a body had been found mutilated and disfigured, Like it wasn't a who killed them. More like a what. Sheriff Grin would now have to make yet another horrible phone call to a parent. "Hello this is sheriff Grin, are your sally's mother?" Terrace asked. Her mother responded back in a tired miserable voice "Yes I am, have you found my daughter" "yes, but unfortunately she was found dead in Greens park. I'm sorry." "No... this can't be..." her mother pleaded. The sheriff felt bad and didnt know what to do"I know it's hard to hear" "no! No! Your lying to me-" those where the last words the sheriff heard before he cut the call.
The body was taken to forensic to examine the body. Her body was covered in marks, bruises and cuts. For further examination they took off her shirt. Only to see a pentagram carved into the skin of her stomach. The whole case turned. The other bodies also had a pentagram on there stomachs. Not knowing it meant something. Like a pattern. They didn't know what to do and left the case cold.