“I went for a shower completely unaware that I was in danger. I finished with my shower when I noticed a presence. Someone was under my bed.”
His smile, especially, was beautiful—wide and genuine and infectious. He had an easy, liquid way of moving, that natural grace some people seem to just have. He wanted to be a singer and he could sing like heaven, and it seemed like there wasn’t a drop of malice in him….
You’re really meditating. Isn’t stalking yourself just a form of active self-reflection?
I’ve given up smoking and drinking soda, so why not give up keeping up with people who are so far in the past that I have no business knowing what they’re up to?
It’s entirely possible grizzlymane415 was completely making this detail up, or it was something he had heard through word of mouth, but those goosebumps upon my arms also knew another thing most self-taught murder experts learn in their 101 class. Murderers love to brag about their work, even though they know it almost always leads to them being caught.
Filming herself sleeping ends up being the darkest decision of Katherine’s life as her nocturnal recording reveals a dark discovery far worse than any nightmare she could have imagined sleeping with her in her bed.
“I stole the dog and cut her tires.”
Don’t let social media be the scale you measure your self-worth on.
“I saw you on the news. That guy got shot at your house and now they are looking for you, but can’t find you. A lot of people think you are dead, but then I was looking at our security camera from a few days ago and I saw you.”
I was doused in sweat now, and too uncomfortable to lie back down, and too cold and shivery to get out of bed. Part of me wanted to check outside, certain something was outside my window.