A girl named Annie sat at her kitchen table, reading the Sunday newspaper. A woman of about 25, she owned a small apartment in Chicago. Her blonde hair and brown eyes made her tan skin stand out. She looked best in a brown and black checkered shirt, button down with a popped color. She would wear black silk pants, perfect casual clothing for an evening of reading.

She looked at the clock; it read 8:30 P.M. She remembered that she had to go to work in the morning, so she would need to be getting to bed soon. She sat the newspaper down on the table and got up, pushing the mahogany chair back into place. She walked out of the tile kitchen and smiled as she felt the soft carpet underneath her bare feet. She took off her reading glasses, folded them and placed them in her shirt pocket.

Then she heard the distinct sound of glass breaking in her bedroom. She froze, rooted to the spot. After a few minutes of silence, she slowly walked down the dim lit hall, feeling the adrenaline rise torturously in the pit of her heart.

She pushed open the door to her bedroom, seeing the broken window. Glass was scattered in fragments all over the floor, tiny drops of blood on the razor sharp tips. A gust of wind sent the yellow curtains flapping and flying, putting an eerie feeling in her stomach and a shiver up her spine. Someone had been here.

She walked back into the hallway, shutting the door quietly and making her way to the telephone. She would call the police and get help sent there right away.

Then, a baseball bat collided with the back of her skull as an assailant appeared from the shadows and struck her. Blood spattered all over the lush carpet, permanently staining it. She gasped and fell to the floor, just before scrambling up and running back in the kitchen. She ducked underneath the table, trying desperately to get away from the assassin.

Her vision blurred and her thoughts blended together. She had trouble thinking strait, unable to hide. When she came back to her senses, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps, walking into the kitchen. Annie saw the huge black boots walk around the table, stepping on her newspaper that had been knocked to the tile.

Annie tried to control her breathing, but her breath came out in short gasps. After a few minutes, the killer stopped stalking around the kitchen and faced the table. The shiny black boots pointed directly at her. She watched in horror as the legs bent forward and the man lowered to his knees, looking underneath the table.

He face was masked with a black bandit hat. Four holes were cut into a black beanie and positioned above his eyes, nose, and mouth. His skin was tan colored, as if he was Hispanic. He had huge hands, big enough the fit around her wrist.

"Boo." He said simply. Gasping, Annie bolted out from underneath the table and ran into her bedroom. She turned to close the door, but the killer busted it open. He grabbed her bloodstained throat in the choke hold with one hand and ripped open her checkered shirt with the other hand. She screamed a bloodcurdling scream that would rip through the very soul of normal mortals, shaking the ground and rocking the sky. Yet no one heard it.


Michael walked into the out way that Sunday afternoon. He had on a white tuxedo, a blue shirt and a tie. He had on a single white fedora on his head, a black band that stretched around it.

His original plans were to meet the young lady on surprise and take her to dinner, but considering he had no car he decided to just come over for a visit. Annie was a friend of his, but some would say they were dating.

He saw the ambulance and police vehicles outside the girl's apartment, and immediately he was curious to what was going on. He walked to the policeman who was directing traffic, and asked what the entire ruckus was about.

"There was a break in on the second floor. He got in through the fire escape and shattered open the window. He attacked the young woman living there, sexually assaulted her and slit her throat. He left her for dead, but a neighbor heard her cries and called the police." said the policeman. Michael's hear plummeted. He turned and pushed though the bystanders and medical people, only to see his date lying in a stretcher with a bandage around her neck. A medical EMT was placing her lips on Annie's, blowing air into her lungs and pumping her chest.

Michael was in shock, he ran over to her, seeing that she was unconscious. A machine on the door to the ambulance was displaying her faltering heartbeats one by one. He gasped, looking at the young girl's bloodied face and torn clothes, feeling helpless to her.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a human figure standing in the shadows of the out way. His face covered with a red bladed knife in his hand. The red knife reflected light from the sun as he cleaned off the red liquid and set it inside his large coat. Michael immediately knew that it was the man who attacked Annie, and was about to follow him.

Then Annie moaned Michael's name in her comatose state, casting away all signs of anger. All he could do was to be there for his friend then, and get the assailant later.

"Annie," he said to his friend, "you've been hit by, you've been struck by, a smooth criminal."

Lyrics:

As He Came Into The Window
It Was The Sound Of A
Crescendo
He Came Into Her Apartment
He Left The Bloodstains On
The Carpet
She Ran Underneath The Table
He Could See She Was Unable
So She Ran Into The Bedroom
She Was Struck Down, It Was
Her Doom

Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok, Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok, Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok, Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok, Are You Ok, Annie

(Annie Are You Ok)
(Will You Tell Us That You're
Ok)
(There's A Sign In The
Window)
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
(He Left The Bloodstains On
The Carpet)
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom)

Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
You've Been Hit By
You've Been Hit By-
A Smooth Criminal

So They Came Into The
Outway
It Was Sunday-What A Black
Day
Mouth To Mouth Resus-
Citation
Sounding Heartbeats-
Intimidations

Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie

(Annie Are You Ok)
(Will You Tell Us That You're
Ok)
(There's A Sign In The
Window)
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
(He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet)
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom)

(Annie Are You Ok)
(So, Annie Are You Ok)
(Are You Ok Annie)
(You've Been Hit By)
(You've Been Struck By-
A Smooth Criminal)

Okay, I Want Everybody To
Clear The Area Right Now!
Annie are you ok so Annie are you ok are you ok Annie you've been hit by you've been struck by a smmoth crimina(2X)
Aaow!
(Annie Are You Ok)
I Don't Know!
(Will You Tell Us, That
You're Ok)
I Don't Know!
(There's A Sign In The
Window)
I Don't Know!
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
I Don't Know!
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
I Don't Know!
(Left Bloodstains On The
Carpet)
I Don't Know Why Baby!
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
I Don't Know!
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom-Annie!)
(Annie Are You Ok)
Dad Gone It-Baby!
(Will You Tell Us, That
You're Ok)
Dad Gone It-Baby!
(There's A Sign In The
Window)
Dad Gone It-Baby!
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
Hoo! Hoo!
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
Dad Gone It!
(Left Bloodstains On The
Carpet)
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
Dad Gone It!
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom-Annie!)
Aaow!!!