Nestled in a quiet corner of Everwinter Avenue, a small, peacful brown bricked house, lay, home to a beautiful girl named Evelyn. And yet, Evelyn was far from at peace. In the last week, she had witnessed her neighbour acting very strange through his window, like pacing, staring off into nothingness, or writing in a odd red book for hours upon hours a day.

All of these actions made her heart beat uncomfortably in her chest, and sent shivers down her spine, the usual optimistic and friendly man was now replaced by a cold, frightening one. Maybe he and his fiancé, Jesilyn, got into a fight, or maybe with his kid, James. She didn’t know, ever since a few months prior he had become distant.

She decided that today would be the day that she would talk to him.

Her hands fidgeted nervously with her jacket and took a deep breath, poised at his door like an apprehensive child getting in trouble. Finally, she raised her hand the the doorbell and pushed it, silence fell over the town,, and her mind raced with apprehension as she heard the doorbell ring eerily, echoing around the silent area.

Evelyn felt a sudden burst of weight drop onto her shoulders, practically making her knees buckle. As she regained her balance she heard secretive whispers and commands from inside the house, that was all she needed, and as if a burly beast was on her tail, she booked into from her house, busting in the door and slamming it shut behind her.

Her breath was ragged. Her knees weak. Palms were sweaty. The image of his face replaying over and over in her head, something inside her told her that this wasn’t just some normal coincidence, he was hiding something, and if she didn’t run, she could’ve… just maybe… been the thing he was hiding..