Dark side of the Moon

A night of subdued venom.

Watchful, graceful, white as the spinning colours inextricably
entwined.

I, in my crimson smoking jacket with black velvet ribbon trim. Pointed
shoes reflecting my personality, shearling coat hanging by the heavy
gothic door.

A roaring fireplace. Martini in hand, I walk over to the laptop and
leisurely try to think of what might be suitable for posting on an
expanding website.

"It was the night of the dark side of the moon. The bats, unseen, call
to each other in the balmy darkness. Jasmine blossom mixing with the
heady scent of musk overpowered the large but familiar living
room..."

Suddenly, the heavy door is thrust open. The shearling coat is ripped
from the coat stand and thrown to one side.

A shadowy figure pulls out a gun and saying, " Goodnight, goodnight.
There shall be time no longer." he shoots the laptop and exits
swiftly.

But the interesting part, the part you've all been waiting for
is...

...that it, the shadowy figure, was me.