The Man

[SilverDeath]

The man’s wife had died a few years earlier. Ever since then he had slowly fallen deeper and deeper into depression. Then one chilly night around the second week of November, his already frail resolve and will to live shattered like an icicle hitting the ground. He had already attempted to kill himself multiple times in the past. The townsfolk were terrified of his mad glare and the way he nervously twitched and glanced around as if somebody were watching him. But that night he lost the final bit of what little bit of sanity he had retained over the years. He picked up his knife in rage and set out into town on a killing rampage, constantly muttering “She will be avenged!” in a desperate tone.
Some of the few citizens still outside that night heard the terrifying screams and ramblings of the madman as he shuffled towards the village from his mansion on the hill. The villagers slipped themselves into the shadows to hide from the madman. But just when they stopped hearing the screaming, that was when the madman struck them down. He continued loping down into the village square with a crazed look in his dark eyes.
That night, Sam McGee was walking home from the post office to his wife and kids with some packages. The snow had come early this year, and a thin layer was already covering the surrounding landscape. As he approached the fountain in the square, he saw dark red spots increasing in frequency as they neared a dark lump lying in the snow. He cautiously approached it and saw that the lump was a dead body. Before he could examine the body closer, for he was a doctor, hands grabbed him from behind and a razor sharp knife slit his throat. The packages tumbled into the snow. The next morning, Sam’s wife was told that Sam had been found dead. Alongside it was the madman, who had supposedly stumbled and was killed by his own knife to the chest.