In the center of the shop, surrounded by burnt out candles, lay the body of another victim.

Well, a soon-to-be victim.

She’s perfect, too.  Young and vibrant.  So much life to give, and she’s going to give it to me.

She doesn’t hear the chime of the bell above the door as I enter.  The smells of vanilla and lavender assault my nostrils and loud, hypnotic music plays over the speakers of the mom-...