He smashed onto the concrete driveway。
Michael's mother slammed the brakes as the body of her son landed in front of her。 She leapt from the car and fell to her knees by him， sobbing in shock and confusion。 There was no need to look for a pulse。 She collapsed over him and cried until neighbors dragged her back from the scene of flashing fluorescent lights。
The police prepared to leave the grisly scene in less than an hour， but the Chief Inspector stood silent on the driveway。 He looked from the body bag being loaded effortlessly into the ambulance to the fragmented window above him， then to the crimson hair he now held in his hand。
Michael was the fifth to die that month。
毒射的阳光从迈克尔脸上扫过，将他从睡梦中慢慢唤醒，房间里静得出奇，他静静的躺在床上，努力想搞清楚今天是哪一天。他感觉就好像是自己刚刚躺下不久，房间里很热，屋子里充斥着阳光带来的明亮与热量。一切都静悄悄的，他对面的镜子反射着阳光刺射着他的眼睛，他斜视了一下，从镜子中看到了自己身后的门。有什么在动，但他看不清。迈克尔坐了起来，奇怪的是肚子突然纠痛起来，他小心的吸着气，感觉到暖气从自己的后背开始消失，这时天空布满了乌云，太阳被云层遮盖，阴影慢慢渗进了屋内。他又转向了镜子，看到妈妈模糊的身影就站在门口，他释然地笑了，转过身来，盯着门口。
但是门口空空如也，什么也没有，但是在远处却看到一个榨干的人身，被一层朦胧的薄膜隔着，一具个头高挑的骷髅从里面钻了出来，小臂上残挂着缕缕肌肉，在骷髅的肩膀和腿上还残盖着皮，关节处的皮肤在不规则地剥落着，透过她那张斑驳怪异且透明的脸皮，条条血管清晰可见，这时她张开了血迹斑斑、残缺不齐的嘴巴，她笑了：“亲爱的，你好吗？”