"Who are you?" a raspy, shallow voice calls out to you. The room is coated in darkness, a fog so thick you're worried you might swallow and choke on it any second now. "I'm...me" you reply, taking a moment to pause and reflect on what you had just said. A chuckle escapes the darkness.
Growing up, you never believed in ghosts, spirits, other dimensions, and the like. But when a chocolate robbery goes wrong, only will and strength of mind can save you...
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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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