A woman lives alone in a haunted house with a tragic past—but it’s the man who watches her from outside every night that terrifies and thrills her most. As lightning flashes and shadows deepen, fear and forbidden desire blur. Is he just a stalker… or something far more dangerous? Something tells her the worst is yet to come.
I’m wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and comfortable underwear. I feel bare and exposed beneath the thin cotton. When my legs begin to fall apart, I rip my hand out like I touched a burning stove, hissing at my own stupidity. UNKNOWN: And you’re a liar. ME: Fuck. Off. UNKNOWN: Next time you tell…
“Let me go!” I shout beneath the tape, but the words are muffled and indistinguishable. He plants his hands on my hips and roughly pins me to the bed. Electric shocks travel from his skin to mine, the feeling making me tremble beneath his calloused hands. Panic sends my mind into a complete tailspin. I…
And I have no fucking shame. I never claimed to be a good man. She slides into her bed, curls up under the duvet, and picks up an old leather book. Her great-grandmother’s diary. After Addie had left one day to run errands or some shit, I flipped through the pages. Her great-grandmother also had…
?” He smiles in victory when my eyes round with surprise. “How did you know that?” “Something didn’t sit right with Arch going missing at your house of all places. The morning after, we sent a man to scope out your property. Just in time to see Daya here picking up a bloody box and…
His eyes are shadowed by the dim light radiating from the sconces. It feels almost like being far-sighted. Your face is so close to something, but clarity evades you. The shadows are a part of him. He carries them with him. “It’s time to punish you, and I’ve thought of the many ways I could…
“You’re going to shoot me?” My bladder is threatening to explode, and the knowledge that I might die in a puddle of pee brings tears to my eyes. “I’ve already said I’m not going to kill you,” he responds, his tone dripping with impatience. He punctuates his response by dragging the tip of the gun…
Another praise, but I barely hear it over the beating of my heart. “I can feel how tight your pussy is. The way it grips onto my gun when I slide it out-so fucking pretty.” I bite my lip, but it isn’t enough to hold in the next moan. Or the one after that. I…
I was incredibly stupid. A fact I’ve never tried to deny. Especially now. There’s just no explaining the reactions he pulls from me. I’d love to pretend like confronting a scary man is so like me, but it’s the exact opposite. I work myself into a panic attack if I have to ask a complete…
“Your time starts now, Adeline. Better run.” I don’t hesitate any longer. Turning, I bolt out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me. I don’t miss the amusement on his face when he watches me do so, but I don’t give myself time to care. I head straight for the stairs, keeping my…
He takes a step toward me, a hint of that smirk remaining on his face-just the slightest curl in his lips. I take a step back. Finally, my instincts aren’t completely jacked sideways, and I make my first smart move of the night. “Cat got your tongue, little mouse?” Briefly, I close my eyes. His…