What is the "Stitchwraith" looking for in the trash?
It was looking for a new body, a bulky one, in fact, one that can make it look more human underneath the cloak he wore to hide what he really was.
Ennard didn't have any more time, he had killed five people in this town already and by far the man who took him pictures was already blowing his own cover. As far as the clown knew, everyone else within it had already complained about their paranoia of the situation, at least some of those voices debating whether to go back or not.
”Shut up.”
Ennard would say, perching himself upon a roof of a small building, looking down at the town they resided in, his only eye over at the police car that hid beside the building.
”I keep on hiding and if I see anything else blowing my cover, that's when we strike.”
Ennard ran off and jumped over towards another roof of a building, going off once more towards the junkyard that was a few miles away...











