← Previous Chapter Next chapter → After Rachel moved in, I became afraid of two things. The doorbell. And silence. The doorbell meant somebody wanted inside. Silence usually meant Noah was doing something the adults hadn’t discovered yet. He was five. Curious in the relentless, exhausting way only five-year-olds can be. The first day, he Read More “CHAPTER 3 — HIDE-AND-SEEK”
← Previous Chapter Next chapter → The next morning, I deleted the voicemail from Dad’s phone. Deleting it didn’t make the problem disappear. I put the phone on silent and shoved it into a drawer. Mara watched me from the sink. “You’re not calling them back?” “Not yet.” “What if they call again?” “We’ll deal Read More “CHAPTER 2 — THE KNOCK AT THE DOOR”
← Previous Chapter Next chapter → After Dad died, my wife and I put him in the freezer compartment of the old oversized refrigerator in our kitchen. The next morning, his pension deposit hit his account right on schedule. Two thousand four hundred and fifty dollars. I sat on the edge of the bed and Read More “CHAPTER 1 — GRANDPA IN THE FRIDGE”
INFORMATION Alternative Name: I BROKE INTO A KILLER’S HOUSE Author: By Unknown Author Genre: A Short Psychological Crime Thriller Status: Updating…
← Previous Chapter Next chapter → I told the police a simple story. That’s the trick. Complicated lies break. Simple lies borrow the shape of the truth. I was a burglar. I watched an expensive house for two days, thought it was empty, and broke in. I opened a wall safe. Found a head. Three Read More “CHAPTER 9 – THE LAST STORY”
← Previous Chapter Next chapter → The sirens got louder. Daniel turned toward the front door. One second. I ran. Not for the exit. I already knew it was locked. I cut around the coffee table, trying to put furniture between us. “Stop.” I didn’t. A chair went over behind me. Then footsteps. Daniel caught Read More “CHAPTER 8 – THE WITNESS”
← Previous Chapter Next chapter → “There you are,” Butcher said. He still had a hand under Mia’s chin. She looked at him now, not at me. After a moment she asked, “How long have you known?” “Long enough.” “Then why bring me here?” He let go. Mia dropped onto the edge of the couch, Read More “CHAPTER 7 – THE NIGHT LENA TRAN DIED”
← Previous Chapter Next chapter → If Butcher really was Lena Tran’s husband, I had one way to keep him from killing me. Give him someone else. I looked at him through the fox mask. “You want to know why I know so much?” Butcher said nothing. Horseman looked up from the floor. “Because I Read More “CHAPTER 6 – THE FALSE FOX”
← Previous Chapter Next chapter → “Now explain you.” Butcher stood in front of me. I said nothing. Horseman’s breathing filled the room. He sat on the floor beside the coffee table, holding the wrist Butcher had twisted. The empty handgun lay nearby. Nobody reached for it. I stopped looking at it too. Sweat crawled Read More “CHAPTER 5 – BUTCHER”
← Previous Chapter Next chapter → “You don’t look like you’ve ever killed anybody.” Horseman was still laughing. I stood less than ten feet from the couch, my feet pinched into Fox’s heels, my face hidden behind her mask, my voice buried under her filter. Those things could hide who I was. They couldn’t tell Read More “CHAPTER 4 – THE FAKE KILLER”
