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This book is a work of fictions ,names, characters, business, organisations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author's imaginations or are used fictionally any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or locals is entirely coinsidential .

"TO Amanda and May Zade and I will be your's"

⚠️🔞🔞 " WARNING "🔞🔞⚠️

The book ends on a cliffhanger. The contents are very dark triggering situations, such as CNC violence human trafficking and disturbing situations.

"𝘾𝘼𝙏 𝙂𝙊𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙐𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙈𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀?"

"𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀"

"the windows of my house tremble from the power of thunder rolling across the skies. lightning strikes in the distance,

illuminating the night.

In that small moments, the few second of blinding light showcases the men standing outside my Watching me always watching me.

I go through the motions , Just like I always do.

My heart skips a beat and then palpitates,

My breathing turns shallow, and my hands grow clammy. It does not matter how many times I see him , He always pull the same reaction out of me.

FEAR

And Excitement.

I don't know why it's excites me. something must be wrong with me. it's not normal for liquid heat to course through my veins, leaving tingles burning in it's wake, It's not common for my mind start wondering about things, I should not....

Can he see me now? wearing nothing but a thin tank top, My nipples poking through the material? or the shorts I'm wearing barely cover my ass? Does he like the view?

Of course he does,

that's why watches me, isn't he? That's why he come back every night,growing bolder with his leering while I challenge him hoping he will come closer, so I have a reason to put a knife to his throat..

The truth is I am scared of him, Terrified actually.

But the man standing outside my window makes me feel like I am sitting in a dark room, A single light shining from the television,where a horror flicks play on the screen.

it's petrifying and all I want to do is hide, but there is distinct part of me keeps me still, baring myself to the horror.

That find a small thrill out of it.....

It's dark again , and the lightning strikes in area further away...

My breathing continue to escalate, I cannot see him, But he can see me.

Ripping my eyes away from the window, I turn to look behind me in the darkened house, paranoid he some how found a way inside. no matter how deep the shadow go in Parsons Manor, the black and white checkered floor always seems visible .

"I inherited this house from my grandparents"...

My great-grandparents had built the three stories . Victorian home back in early 1940s through blood , Sweat ,Tears and the live if five construction workers ...

Legend says ---------or rather Nana says-------- that the house caught fire and killed the construction workers during building structure phase . I haven't been able to find any news articles on the unfortunate event, but the souls that haunt the manor reek of despair .

Nana always told grandiose stories that wrong eye rolls from my parents ,mom never believed anything Nana said ,but I think she just didn't want to .

Sometimes I hear footsteps at night.They could be from the ghosts of the worker, who died in the tragic fire eighty years ago, or they could be from the shadows that stands outside my house.

Watching me ,

Always watching me .....

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