The shop door opens. A man walks in. Tall, dark hair, with a hint of distress behind blue eyes. Those are the best kind.
By Kate Champion3 years ago in Horror
Knock, Knock. The sound of someone hitting glass with their knuckles fills the silence of your room at 2 am. Is someone at the window? No. You live on the sixth floor of this building and there's no way to reach your window.