Twisted [Grayson Dolan]

In the corner of my eye I see movement in in the neighbors house through my window. As I look over I see the teenage boy from earlier. Still in complete black clothing, tan, pretty tall, and a single earring. He was putting down boxes in the room and laying down on his bed.

It seemed like a Kodak moment, our eyes met. It didn't last long. He got up, glared at me, then shut his Navy Blue curtains shut forcefully.

That afternoon changed my perspective on the guy, I realized my neighbor was a psycho who hurt anything he loved. Little did I know I was the thing he loved.