Appearances

Lucius laid in wait for his prey. He had it all planned out. It took him weeks to learn her pattern. And even though the old broad switched up her habits, she still followed a predictable routine. His patience and planning were about to pay-off.

Old Lady Johnson clutched her purse, slowly walked up to the front steps of her house and carefully surveyed the area around her. Then she reached into her purse, pulled out her keys and opened the front door. Lucius pounced from his hiding spot and rushed the door.

He never saw what killed him.