Lou's wailing wakes me up from my exhaustion induced sleep. All my muscles are crisp and refuse to move, it take what it seems like an eternity for them to let me get back up. I find Lou outside on the balcony, holding his head and crying while he sits on the ground leaning on the wall.

"What's going on?" I beg him for answer.

"Carlos, the specter... He attacked me..." He sobs quietly.

I stand up, inspecting our surroundings but I can't find anything... "Where did he go?"

"I don't know, he just vanished!"

I help Lou up and we get back inside, if what Keith had said was true, he couldn't come in without an invitation... Hopefully.

"Did he hurt you?"

"I... I... I don't know..."

"What did he do? did he attack you mentally?"

"No... I don't think he did... He just pulled some old memories..."

"What is there about them?"

"I don't know... I need to think about it..." He claims. Through the link, I feel the confusion that ravages his thoughts...

"Do you want to talk about it?" I offer.

"Not yet. Maybe tommorow..."

He lies down next to me and he must be tired since he falls asleep in a few seconds. Now, it's me that can't sleep anymore. Why did the specter change his MO? He only attacked girls normally and he didn't let them walk out with feelings of confusion...

"Is there something at work here we don't know? I need to check the files again..." I mutter to myself innerly.

I grab the laptop next to me and for the millionth time go over what I found about him...

White male, late 20's, reclusive, single, no family left. Police hadn't found a diary, notes or anything that could have explained his crimes... Dental records were the only thing they had beside his wallet to Identify him.

He had worked briefly at several jobs where he had been considered like a normal but very quiet and isolated man. No criminal record or psychological exam to give any insight into what had happened.

Then, I looked at the victims, all girls in between 11 and 16. Some where in the same schools but no other connection existed. There hadn't been any evidence of sexual abuse either... Seemed like he just found and killed them after taking a lock of hair...

There hadn't been any public reveal, but his will didn't speak of much, giving all he had to charity but specifing his wish to be encased in cement upon his death. An other dead lead...

"The plot thickens..." I mutter as I climb back to bed where Lou's wrickling about in his sleep. I lie down next to him and when he feels my presence, he cuddles against me in his sleep. Despite my head being full of a thousand burning questions, I nod off to sleep quickly due to Lou's presence.

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