It was a cold, snowy winter day.
"Reese! Please wake up!" Gwen had found Reese in the Woods behind their house, buried in snow.
Reese was staying the afternoon with them, because it was too dangerous on the roads for him to go back home. Reese was wearing no coat, gloves, or hat, because he thought he was just stepping out for a second.
They tried carrying him inside, but soon realized dragging him would be the better option. "Why didn't he just listen to me?" They thought. As soon as they got him inside and by the fire, they wrapped him up and and held him close by their side. It was an hour before Reese woke up.
"Gwen? What happened?"
"All I know is you wanted a better view of the snow on the trees when all of a sudden I hear a big sweep of snow coming from the woods," Gwen said.
Reece thought for a second, hand going to his head. He suddenly looked up at Gwen, eyes wide, and said, "He was there."
Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of.
Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers.
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