single light in the house was turned on for a few seconds and then off again. The one that stayed on the longest was a small window at the side of the house and he felt himself go hard thinking about her alone, in the dark
. How easy do you scare pretty lady?
The urge to try and find a way into the house was overwhelming: he had to begin jogging to stop himself from doing something reckless and stupid. It would spoil his plans if he went in there on a whim. He needed to be practical. She could be his grand finale. If he wanted it to be perfect with her he needed to do a little more practice so it would be just as the voice in his head kept telling him it could be.
He arrived home out of breath and with ruddy cheeks. The house was still in darkness. Thank God for small mercies. She would be in bed snoring like a trooper so he could indulge in his fantasies without being disturbed by the voice from hell. How had he ended up with a mother who wouldn’t die? She was going to live until she was a hundred. He could always kill her but that depended if he got away with everything else he had planned. If he got caught maybe the shock would give her a heart attack: it would be just his luck for her to drop dead when he was going to prison for the rest of his life. Smiling he checked the computer for an email from his next victim. Four more days and Jenna would no longer be alone: she would have another corpse for company. It was shocking to think of the number of teenage girls who were available at the click of a button and just ripe for the picking.
Chapter 8
Annie did not sleep well. Her dreams were filled with dead and dying people. By the time she got out of bed it was early morning and she couldn’t shake the visions her dreams had left behind. They were as clear as photographs and had imprinted themselves onto her mind. Dragging the duvet from the bed she took it downstairs and laid on the sofa.
In no time, her eyes began to close and she drifted off. This time it was a handsome young man who haunted her dreams. His eyes were black and she had never seen eyes like them. He smiled at her and waved and she smiled back: he obviously knew her but she had no idea who he was. His expression changed to a sneer and he looked menacing. Annie knew that he wanted her to run and hide from him so that he could chase her. One of his arms hung down by his side and he was holding something that was dripping with a dark liquid. Terror took over and she began to run, pumping her short legs as hard as she could to put some distance between them. He was very fast though and catching up to her. His laughter sounded behind her so close that she felt his warm breath against her ear. His hand reached out to grab hold of her when a loud knocking on the door woke her from the nightmare.
She looked at the clock on the mantle and was horrified to see it was quarter past nine. Running her fingers over her head and rubbing her eyes she went to the kitchen door and peered through the tiny pane of glass to see Will standing on the other side. He looked even better than yesterday, in a pair of faded jeans and a red Berghaus® jacket.
Oh bugger
. She unlocked the door and he grinned at her.
‘Good morning and a lovely one it is, bit of a nip in the air.’
Annie squeezed her eyes shut against the bright sunlight. ‘Morning. Sorry, I didn’t sleep too well last night and ended up on the sofa where I finally fell into a coma. Come in, I won’t be long. Do you want to put the kettle on?’
‘Of course. You go get dressed and your coffee will be waiting.’
She ran for the stairs and realised she was wearing odd pyjamas and pink fluffy bed socks.
Nice one, Annie. This is certainly not like it is in the movies where you get to be in your best silk pyjamas with not a hair out of place. If this hasn’t freaked him out you may be onto a winner
.
When she came back downstairs Will was putting her empty wine bottle into the recycling box. ‘They are not
. How easy do you scare pretty lady?
The urge to try and find a way into the house was overwhelming: he had to begin jogging to stop himself from doing something reckless and stupid. It would spoil his plans if he went in there on a whim. He needed to be practical. She could be his grand finale. If he wanted it to be perfect with her he needed to do a little more practice so it would be just as the voice in his head kept telling him it could be.
He arrived home out of breath and with ruddy cheeks. The house was still in darkness. Thank God for small mercies. She would be in bed snoring like a trooper so he could indulge in his fantasies without being disturbed by the voice from hell. How had he ended up with a mother who wouldn’t die? She was going to live until she was a hundred. He could always kill her but that depended if he got away with everything else he had planned. If he got caught maybe the shock would give her a heart attack: it would be just his luck for her to drop dead when he was going to prison for the rest of his life. Smiling he checked the computer for an email from his next victim. Four more days and Jenna would no longer be alone: she would have another corpse for company. It was shocking to think of the number of teenage girls who were available at the click of a button and just ripe for the picking.
Chapter 8
Annie did not sleep well. Her dreams were filled with dead and dying people. By the time she got out of bed it was early morning and she couldn’t shake the visions her dreams had left behind. They were as clear as photographs and had imprinted themselves onto her mind. Dragging the duvet from the bed she took it downstairs and laid on the sofa.
In no time, her eyes began to close and she drifted off. This time it was a handsome young man who haunted her dreams. His eyes were black and she had never seen eyes like them. He smiled at her and waved and she smiled back: he obviously knew her but she had no idea who he was. His expression changed to a sneer and he looked menacing. Annie knew that he wanted her to run and hide from him so that he could chase her. One of his arms hung down by his side and he was holding something that was dripping with a dark liquid. Terror took over and she began to run, pumping her short legs as hard as she could to put some distance between them. He was very fast though and catching up to her. His laughter sounded behind her so close that she felt his warm breath against her ear. His hand reached out to grab hold of her when a loud knocking on the door woke her from the nightmare.
She looked at the clock on the mantle and was horrified to see it was quarter past nine. Running her fingers over her head and rubbing her eyes she went to the kitchen door and peered through the tiny pane of glass to see Will standing on the other side. He looked even better than yesterday, in a pair of faded jeans and a red Berghaus® jacket.
Oh bugger
. She unlocked the door and he grinned at her.
‘Good morning and a lovely one it is, bit of a nip in the air.’
Annie squeezed her eyes shut against the bright sunlight. ‘Morning. Sorry, I didn’t sleep too well last night and ended up on the sofa where I finally fell into a coma. Come in, I won’t be long. Do you want to put the kettle on?’
‘Of course. You go get dressed and your coffee will be waiting.’
She ran for the stairs and realised she was wearing odd pyjamas and pink fluffy bed socks.
Nice one, Annie. This is certainly not like it is in the movies where you get to be in your best silk pyjamas with not a hair out of place. If this hasn’t freaked him out you may be onto a winner
.
When she came back downstairs Will was putting her empty wine bottle into the recycling box. ‘They are not
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