I closed my eyes as my head hit the pillow, already falling victim to sleep.
As usual, I woke up someplace that I didn't recognize, and had to find my own way home. This would give most people the creeps, but I didn't mind too much; I was quiet so no one even knew I was there.
The next morning there was a story in the newspaper about the town serial killer at it again; once more, nothing unusual.
That night, I fell asleep early, and woke up in the middle of where I was sleepwalking. Blood surrounded me and copper was all I could smell. There was a knife in my hand. What was I doing here? Oh, yeah.
I am the town serial killer.
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