The Pleasure of Killing

NOTE: You may find this story disturbing.Rated PG.The man smiled and walked slowly towards the moaning sound, the floor creaked that echoed throughout the whole room every time he made a step closer to the person bounded on the wooden chair. That place was the witness of everything he had done inside there, every murd...

Creak

You heard it near you as you lay on your dark bedroom. A/N: If you've read my story 'Your Stalker' and enjoyed it, hope you'll enjoy this one as well.

Your Stalker

As the title says... It's YOUR story, read it.