The story will start with Hunter's point of view.
It's quarter past 8 in the morning, I just woke up. Yesterday was a great day. The day the new neighbours moved in. I felt an instant attraction to her, to Bridgette. My bed creaked, I initially started to climb out, and creeped towards the misty window. The day looked cold, as per usual. I cleared the window of it's fog, and had a better look. I couldn't see what I was looking for. I was looking for her.
UGH. I stomped my foot against the unstable floorboards. "WHERE IS SHE, WHERE IS SHE?" I screamed to myself. I gushed out of my room, and scrambled down the staircase. As I reached for the door handles, I felt a small breath of air against my legs. I do believe that the house is haunted, why wouldn't it be? It's an abandoned shack, that's falling to pieces, with dead spirits roaming around.
As I got outside, I heard a laugh. A laugh that seemed to belong to a young female. I raced around the side of the house, it was Bridgette.
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The Stalker Next Door
RomanceBridgette realises that someone very close to her, has an obsession and is taking it too far. They are watching her every move, what will her response be?
