She stared up at the seagulls on the ceiling, her whole body quivering in the chair. How could this happen to her? She was a good person; she had kids, a job, and a husband. Laura could see the countless bloodstains on the floor where women before her had been put to death. How many had died to fulfill the wishes of this psycho. Laura had heard about him on the news, he was known as the “Seagull Killer” because of the seagull feather left on the body . Laura felt her heart stop as the door to the small room creaked open.