The Toad backed up his material to the Cloud - all his investigation files and his recordings of subsequent encounters, then he checked his cameras for the third time, eagerly anticipating the arrival of his next "guest". Even though he knew, he consulted his diary to see who was coming to visit tonight then prepared her impromptu stage. He cleared space on his living room floor leaving the sheepskin rug in place. She would need room to perform for him he knew. The Toad closed his eyes and could see her from her last visit. Her expression of revulsion was ingrained into his memory, and the Toad felt himself grew a boner just thinking about it! He smiled at himself then wiped some surplus drool from the corner of his mouth with his shirt sleeve.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and the Toad sprung from his seat, bolted down the hallway and grabbed the door handle

[Author's note. I'm writing this with each victim's thread coming off the introduction as a hub. If there's anyone you'd like to see more of, or if you feel it might be better in a linear narrative, please feel free to suggest / comment. The likes and comments are what makes most of the authors on the site want to keep going with stories so please add your tuppence worth]