I looked left, right, and straight. I saw my target walking slowly and talking on the phone right in front of me. I shouted "Get back here!" The figure did not say anything. At first, it took a glimpse at me and then started to sprint up some stairs. I followed after it. As we reached the second floor, I had to confirm that it was really what had killed my family. If the figure was blurry like it was in 1994, then I knew what it was and that I had still been afraid. I slowly turned around and walked down the raggedy stairs. I waited for the unknown thing to turn around. When is back was facing me, I attacked it. I punched it in the head to cause the figure to hit the ground. As the figure remained on the ground, I then, kicked it in the head once again. After several hits to the head, cherry like blood started to spew out. During that moment, I knew what this thing was. It was human. I kept asking myself "Why won't you die?" Moments later, I started to attract attention from the apartment owners. One even threatened to call the police. I did not care. I knew what I was doing was right, even if it meant prison.