"Sometime in the late 1800's in New York there was a series of murders. All the victims varied in character; none of them seemed to have anything in common. The way they were murdered though was all the same: they were stabbed in the heart and then their dead body was crucified and seemed to be worshipped. This killer would be known as the Saint Killer.

The only victim who survived was a woman named Harriet Brown. The stories goes that Mrs. Brown was walking home one rainy night. A man approached her and asked if he could escort her home, she replied that she lived on the side of town and she would much rather be by herself. The man stopped her and said that he lived closer and that she could stay the night. He smiled at her with a kind grin. Mrs. Brown felt that there was something off about this man, but there was something persuasive in his voice that made her trust him.

She agreed and they went through the alley way. The moved deeper and deeper into the heart of the cities dark alleys. He lead her into a cellar. When she walked inside the room was pitch black. There was a decaying smell in the room and she turned to see her escort light a lantern. The room was filled with crucified corpses. The man's kind smile, turned into a morbid version of what it once was.

Harriet managed to escape from the cellular and outrun the Saint Killer. After she reported her attempted killing to the police they looked for a man who fit the description and the cellar in the alley, but neither could be found". A voice in the back interrupted "So what happened to her?" The original voice replied back, "I was getting to that! So the police thought she was just insane. They took her to mental hospital and everyday she would yell to the guards to stop the cries for help and to make the scary man go away. Eventually Harriet Brown would escape the asylum. She was found a day later, dead in a lake".

The boy closed the old horror book and looked at it with disgust. "What a load of nonsense this book is!" he said as he threw the book. The other boy looked a little scared and said, "Y-yeah what a stupid story". There was a lightning strike and a shadow of another person could be seen in the room. "Did you see that?" the second boy asked. The first boy ignored it and went to sleep. The second boy laid his head down as screams of help could be heard and a demented man outside the window stared at him.