The dark stranger waited patiently in the cramped closet for the weirdo intruder he knew would arrive. Full of clothes on racks, stacks of sweaters, at least 50 pairs of shoes, he felt like a Leafs fan in the Montreal Forum during a Habs game. And there was a smell of expensive perfume. Louis Vuitton? But he had to ignore all that; he had a job to do. She wanted her stalker taken care of for good.

He was thinking of back at that bar, when she first approached him. click for the bar episode. He can’t stop thinking of how her split skirt rode up when she sat on the bar stool. Then she took has hand and slowly guided it along her inside thigh. And when he reached bare skin how the fireworks went off in his mind. Lucky he was sitting on a stool because there’s no way he could stand up. But mostly he thought of her sultry Lauren Bacall voice. That’s what hooked him into her sphere and he couldn’t say no to her offered contract.

Then the sound of broken glass!

The intruder broke a window and got into the place. The sultry woman had lured him here, then got away un-noticed, leaving him to the demise of the dark stranger. He caressed his brand new Japanese Matsato knife that he saw on Youtube. He was impressed how it cut through a whole chicken like it was jello. He would use it tonight after he had his fun. He creeped his way up to the bedroom and opened the door with a squeak that seemed as loud as an OPP siren in a Northern Ontario ghost town.

The dark stranger, still hiding in the cramped closet, heard all this and was ready. He chambered a round and turned off the safety on his Glock 17. And waited. He didn’t want to make a mess, but he thought, “nine millimeters between the eyes leaves hardly any blood. Maybe some brains flying out the back, but no stains.”

Then the closet door slowly opened with a squeak. Holding the weapon with 2 hands, he pointed it out at face level and got ready.

More dark stranger episodes… the encounter, the dark stranger, an uneasy rendez-vous, a woman screams.