He stood in the pouring rain and watched as the family rushed into their home. Their silhouettes moved past the windows. He stepped further into the trees when the father looked out the window as he talked on the phone. It was only a matter of time before he could go up to the door and start what he came here to do. His calloused thumb rubbed against the bat in his hand. It had helped him with eight of these visits already and he was itching to use it again. The lights turned off on the first floor and only one of the windows on the top floor was left on. The man stepped out of the trees and walked to the front door, not attempting to hide himself as he knew the trees and hedges sheltered him. He lifted the bat and knocked it against the door.
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Don't Let Him Get You
Mystery / ThrillerKiara Saunders must survive her first year of public school while also surviving her new stalker. Suddenly having to return to her old home town, Kiara is faced with the memories and nightmares of what happened twelve years ago. Having spent her who...
