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.
An entirely embarrassing squeak slips out. A sound that immediately brings a smirk to his face and blood rushing to my cheeks, the creep momentarily forgotten. Real smooth, dipshit. I take a step back, heat slithering across my body as I drift my hands down my sides and hook both thumbs into my jeans. Just…
“What’s your name, kid?” I ask, keeping my eyes trained to hers. She’s probably waiting for my leery gaze to travel the expanse of her body, but she won’t ever get that shit from me. “Sicily,” she answers. I quirk a brow. “Is that where your parents come from?” I question, noting her tanned skin…
Men have a unique way of killing my mood every time I come within ten feet of them. “Come upstairs with me,” he yells over the music. His voice isn’t aggressive by any means, but it’s not a question either. It’s a demand that leaves little room for argument. I like that. I cock a…
I don’t even have a mailbox. My house is too far back from the road, so my mail is just left on my front step. Shouldn’t a stalker know that? What a shitty little shadow. “You having fun?” Arch asks, nudging me with his shoulders. I nod absently as I continue to abuse my lip…
“I was hoping you could help me out, man.” “Yeah?” he patronizes. “You think so? You think I’m going to tell you shit, man?” He fires off another shot, this time next to me. Too close for comfort. Enough to feel the heat of the bullet. I still don’t flinch, and if anything, that pisses…
“No, it still goes unsolved to this day. They didn’t have sufficient evidence, and back then, it was easier to get away with things than it is now, Addie. Some thought it was my grandfather, but I know he’d never do such a thing. He loved her dearly.” Unsolved. My great-grandmother was murdered in this…
I only need ten minutes. Keeping to the shadows, I make my way through the hallway and peek around the corner. There are thin cots scattered across about a thousand square feet of space. Each cot is accompanied by a metal pole installed from the ground up. Each girl is chained?to the poles by a…
She grew up in this gothic house, and the darkness of the interior must’ve influenced the insides of her heart. “You’re going to get wrinkles if you keep looking at the house like that,” I deadpan, shutting the door and brushing past her. She huffs at me, her heels clicking against the checkered tiles as…
I’ve replaced every single window in Parsons Manor and installed brand new locks on every single door, but just as I suspected, it doesn’t make a difference. They always find a way in. Any of the people coming through my house could be them. Admittedly, I’ve interrogated a few of the poor workers just to…
That sets her straight. The panties drop, and so does her expression. “You think she’s a ghost?” she asks, her wide eyes searching the house like an apparition of Nana is about to play peek-a-boo with her. I roll my eyes. Nana probably would if she could, too. “Nana loved this house. I wouldn’t be…