I'm Watching You
Here is a sneak peek at my new story coming soon. It's taking me a while to write it so I thought I go ahead and give an idea of what the books about. here it is
"The darkness of her house surrounded Sarah giving it an unearthly and eerie look and for the first time. She didn't feel safe in her old comfy abode. The only light so far was the lightning from the storm outside. She went to her flashlight. Guided only by her hands, after a minute or so she finally grasped the cold and metallic handle of her LED flashlight. With her finger running wildly on the handle in a huge rush of panic, her adrenaline was pumping making her breath hard at a ghastly slow pace and her heart racing in an unmentionable speed! Soon enough she touched the rubbery surface of the switch. She turned the light on and she went to the garage. The smell of rot and decay came into conciseness to her nostrils and the gloominess of the dark shadow within the corners made her wandering and fearing and doubting. She went to the fuse box which was just at the corner at the doorway. But strangely enough it was already open. Slowly and wetly she points her flash light to the inside of the fuse box only to find that her worst fears had been realized. All the wires were cut and the switches were smashed to rubble, all of that straight sudden moment she heard a voice. It was a low, deep, cold and eerily calm. The very sound of it made Sarah's spine chill. It was three words. It was those three words that would haunt her forever."I'm Watching You". She turned to her left and there on the floor was a rotting body of a corpse! It was Marlin Quemoy. The mail man that went missing just two weeks before the murders and disappearances occurred. She let out a loud shriek as she crashed into the many antique boxes that were stacked there after her father's death. The top one fell and smashed at Sarah's feet with the sound of glass breaking inside then in the darkness not just to the very end of the garage, the sound of fast footprints coming thru the boxes knocking them down one by one. She ran toward the stairs to where the door was supposed to be but she couldn't find the handle. The footprints were coming closer! Her hands flapped in the air like a bird trying the find the handle but she couldn't! She was at the verge of tears, she turned. Twinkles her cat ran out from under one of the antique boxes, chasing a rat. Then they disappeared into the darkness just to the left of the garage. She let out a low breathe of relief as she pointed her flashlight toward the door handle. She went inside.
Sarah went to the phone to call the Sheriff's department. She called three times but still they didn't answer. Why wouldn't they? There open till 1:30 am. She was getting overwrought. But she took a deep breath and said to herself in a shaky voice "easy Sarah easy, easy there all just out getting coffee, yeah". She hung the phone up. Still abashed about the finding of a dead body in her own garage; she slumped into her living room chair and started to read Chapter 35 of her book Moby Dick. While she was reading she heard the rain outside. Hitting and pounding the ground, Water running down the side of her gutter, and she smelt wet grass, heard the wind blowing and whistling, and strange enough it was quite wintry where she was sitting, but how? First of all she couldn't hear the rain because the glass was sound proof. Second of all how could she smell and hear the water and the rain when the door was shu….impossible. She turned around with her flashlight turned on and aiming to the door behind her. Her heart skipped a beat, the balms of her hands gotten sweaty. The door was wide open!..."
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