I saw the door handle turn. Standing at the mouth of the corridor, I stared at the front door, narrowing my eyes in the dark. The doorknob rotated once more.
Slowly, the fear and fury drained out of my body and into my manuscript.
I bought a ski mask... walking from room to room in the mask, looking through the new eyes. I stared out of the bedroom window, imagining the stalker staring back.
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