Prologue: Run...
Run.
My legs are shaky and my footfalls are uneven and stilted, but I run as fast as my little legs can handle. Twigs and wayward branches grab at my clothes, trying to keep my still. For him.
If you’ve ever run for your life you’ll know what it’s like, my heart is jumping out of my chest like a jackhammer and I’m starting to get dizzy from lack of oxygen.
Blood. Blood. Blood.
Blood on my shirt, blood on my face, blood everywhere. I can feel it squelching on the soles of my savaged bare feet and every time a piece of blonde hair falls in front of my face it’s clotted and discoloured by the red life-source.
He’s somewhere behind me, enjoying the chase. I have no idea where I am. I just know that if I stop running he’ll find me. And I’m not waiting to find out what he’ll do if he catches me.
Somewhere behind me a shouted cackle reverberates and a gasp clogs in my throat.
“Oh Sydney! You can’t run forever!” His deep falsetto is tainted with insanity and a sob cracks in my chest as I power forward.
A white hot pain shoots through my head and I fall forward on my knees. Just as I turn it thwacks against my jaw and everything goes black…
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Shh... Run.
Mystery / ThrillerTwelve young girls found dead in approximately six months. All blonde, small in stature. Just normal people. And I think I'm next on the list. Sydney Davis is stubborn and hard-headed. A death threat in the shape of a dead body will not have her run...
