Phillip Ruffu was a skinny kid. He ate like Hell, but it didn't show. Scientists were confused as to what Phillip's condition was. They tried, tried, and tried to come up with a reasonable hypothesis, but to no avail.

  Phillip knew why he was so skinny. Every night, two hours after sunset, Phillip Ruffu, became the "PSYCHOTIC STUDENT." Never sleeping, Phillip prowls his admirer's neighborhoods and murders them in their sleep.

  Phillip looked out the window and then at the clock on his dresser. It was three minutes to nine. Sunset was at 7:45 that evening, and Phillip had fifty-one minutes to KILL. He turned to the TV on his bed stand. He'd watch the movie SCREAM, to get a few pointers.

  Phillip looked over to the calendar above his bed. Tonight was the 18th. This meant that the monthly city council meeting was tonight. Remembering that his girl friend's parents were both on the city council, he knew who his target would be.

  Marie sat up in bed in a cold sweat. She'd heard a noise out her window. She crept to the kitchen and grabbed a flashlight. As she passed the dining room window on her way back to her room, she saw an ominous silhouette creeping through the shrubs.

  Now back in her room, Marie picked up the phone, expecting the dial tone to give her some degree of relief, in that she could reach the outside world. DEAD silence met her ear. A chill ran down her spine. Just then, she heard a scraping at her window. She ran from her room panic stricken.

  As she ran down the stairs to the basement, she heard her window shatter. A dull, empty moan floated through her house. It knew where she was. It was heading straight for her. She saw it, heard it, sensed it. It was carrying something long in its right hand. As it passed the window adjacent to the cellar door where she crouched, light from the full moon struck the shining blade of a butcher knife. The creature wailed in an animalistic roar. The blade went straight at Marie's head. She was knocked backwards pain pulsing through her veins.

  She looked up. Phillip was standing over her. The knife lay fixed in her neck. Marie wanted to ask so many questions. Why had her boy friend done this? Why had he done it now, here? Why? Marie gasped. She managed to get out a few words with her last breath.
  "Why, Phillip, why?" she gasped.
  "Because you were in the way," Phillip said in a low tone, "you knew of my murders. You knew how and when I killed those other girls. You knew everything: my plans, my methods, my motives. But, there is one thing that you did not know...that my ultimate plan was to kill you and your family. You know too much."

  Phillip gave an evil, psychotic laugh as he reached for the other butcher knife that he'd laid on the windowsill. He raised it high, ready to strike. Marie closed her eyes. The knife came whooshing down, down, down. Marie opened her eyes long enough to see the blade plunging toward her. Her screams echoed throughout the house for hours.

  Phillip looked at the body lying before him. Her parents would surely find out, but how to hide it? He cleaned up the blood and the knives, and carried Marie up to her room. As he laid Marie down for the unrelenting sleep, he realized what he'd done.

  The next morning, Marie's parents were shocked to find their daughter lying in her bed, the life long-since drawn from her. But what shocked them more, was the body lying at the foot of the bed-the body, of Phillip Ruffu, who couldn't KILL the one he loved, without taking his own life.