My blood ran cold as the sound grew louder. The fearsome thump grew more frequent, echoing through the hallway. It can’t be mum. It’s too early she only just left. The harrowing knocks kept coming as I sat on my couch glaring at the sight of my possible demise. It was the usual Friday night routine. My mum working at her job leaving the whole house to me. I was just relaxing in the living room, watching the news. “Reports have come in of several murders that have taken place across London. All victims