Maniac

How you hated working at night... You couldn't see a thing, it was uncomfortable, and it was Halloween. Your partners were so-so: Maksimov was the most normal one, with a cute dog, while Gnezdilov was a real clown. You were surprised he'd gotten into the police until you found out his uncle was a general.

Only the police were at the crime scene; your partners weren't there yet. After examining the scene, you realized it was a murder. The victim had a pumpkin on his head and had been stabbed to death with an axe. Oddly enough, you knew him—he'd asked you out a week ago. You went out of curiosity, but it was boring.

"I wonder who did that to him..." you whispered, walking away from the body. Seeing a man's footprints, you followed them with a flashlight. Five minutes later, the tracks led to a stone fence and iron gates, behind which stood an abandoned mansion. The walls were covered in manholes, and two windows on the first floor were broken.

Taking a risk, you pushed the gate open with a terrifying creak. Checking your pistol, you stepped inside, clutching the flashlight tightly. Shining the light on the front door, you carefully opened it and pointed the pistol forward. The inside was clean, though the outside of the building looked abandoned.

"Hmm... Now that's too weird," you whispered. Suddenly, you heard a rustling sound behind you and felt a sharp pain in your head. Your vision went dark, your legs gave way, and you fell to the floor.

"Are you awake, little brat?" you heard a man's voice. Looking up, you saw a large man in a black mask holding a shiny object.

"What... What do you want?" you asked hoarsely. His face was hidden by a mask, only his cold blue eyes were visible.

"Little bunny, you came into the wolf's den and asked me this? Don't you recognize me? I tried to make this Halloween memorable for you, but you didn't appreciate my efforts," he said, tilting his head and watching your reaction. Then he raised the knife and pressed the cold metal to your cheek, making you freeze in fear.