The ghostly figure stopped. It stopped right infront of the man's house. It stared at the house lifelessly. The ghostly figure stood there, watching and waiting. Standing there still it stared at the beige house. The house wasn't too big. It was a small and tiny townhouse. The town was a nice, and well mannered town. The ghostly figure was just standing still lifeless, but rigid watching and waiting for the right time. The perfect time when the moon will be the brightest. The perfect time to KILL. And the perfect time was approaching. It was happening. The moon was rising fast. It was happening. The moon was rising and it was the brighest, and biggest full moon anyone had ever seen.