The Pale Man Comes In...
The long, thin, pale figure stood tall in the centre of the family home. His arms were high in the air in an outstretched pose, making him appear like a spectre of death when the moonlight shimmered through the well-polished windows. He swayed gently from side to side and then slowly slithered his bony hand towards the large hunting knife that was sheathed in slick black leather on his black suit trousers. A father, a mother, and two children, ages ten and thirteen, were bound with zip ties on the large sofa. The Pale Man always entered his victims' homes just as they were getting ready for bed, coming in through their locked back door without smashing any windows or making any noise to draw attention from the family’s neighbours. “Shut your fucking mouth!” The Pale Man spat at them, seemingly focused mostly on the little ten-year-old boy. “Leave him alone!” retorted the pathetic father, trying to maintain a shred of dignity after already failing to take ca...