On the night of the Full moon, the dollkiller stalked young women, As they crept through the bayou

On the night of the Full moon, the dollkiller stalked young women, As they crept through the bayou Flickering candles cast eerie shadows like demons grasping for their soul. The air was heavy with the stench of evil and (the prey being stalked) could feel the creepy weight of a thousand souls upon them. Every horror filled step they felt death around them, leading deeper into the bayou of death. The whispers of the dead seemed to crawl toward them, Luis Royo, Giger