superstitions. He won't.
Inside the room beneath the stairs it's dark, gloomy and damp with aged moss. Glorified
gossamers form nets on all corners of the entrance and nothing beyond can be seen. I open the
door a little further and it echoes noisily within. I try to peer inside but I hear footsteps outside and
shut it immediately. Pulling out my phone I lean at the base of the steps creating a believable cover
for myself as Harry walks through the door.
*HARRY POV*
Mother told me to just let him stay with us, we'd take care of the dilemma that arises with him
soon enough. Now I understood what she meant by the Town taking the house from us, Mother
was right. I was a fool for not listening to her.
I get into my car but cannot start it. It won't move. I grip the steering wheel with both my hands
until the bones in my fingers are white and visible. I flinch when that voice whispers in my ear, the
same voice from last night. Mother.
She says I must stop them from taking away our home. I must do everything in my power.
"What do you want of me?" I ask through clenched teeth.
She raises her voice and I cringe. I was being a coward, she says, I was letting the emotions of
these cruel townsfolk get to me. I must go back to being her protector. She asks if I wanted to be
separated from them.
"No! I love you, Mother. And Gemma is my sister." I answer her.
She doesn't believe me, asking for affirmative proof that they still mattered to me more than
anything else. Get rid of the Sheriff, she says softly.
"Okay." I gulp.
My head slams against the side of the driver's seat, my left temple colliding with the hook the
seat-belt looped over. I hiss in pain as I recover to my sitting position.
"What did I do?!" I demand pressing my hand to my head. It's wet from the dripping blood and I
squint to see through blurry vision.
Punishment, is what she answers with. Punishment for leaving that man-whore alone in our home.
*LOUIS POV*
He ignores my well worked-out but immediate position at the staircase railing's end. Walking past
me I notice something different about his appearance in comparison to when he left twenty
minutes prior.
"What happened to your face?" I ask inquisitively as he passes me into the kitchen.
He remains speechless and I find it best not to meddle with his wishes. 'We aren't friends.' I oddly
recall the statement and couldn't attest to it more than I already am.
I wait patiently for his return and when he does reappear before me, he has on a small white
band-aid strapped on the left side of his face. I raise my eyebrow in irritation and inquiry not about
his injury but rather about my accommodation.
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Hide and Seek
Mystery / ThrillerHarry is Middleston's shut-in, feared and hated by every member of the county. Harry isn't tormented by inner demons nor was he the victim of an abusive childhood. Harry is a serial killer. He is driven by a malevolent intention: revenge. An unortho...
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