I heard the click, outside my house. It was almost like a camera. Click. Click. Click. My mum locked the doors before she left. Looking out the window. A man. The stranger was standing outside my house, with a sketchy look, taking pictures outside my house.
Who was he? Why was he taking pictures of me? I closed the bedroom blinds. They will stay closed forever. I will never open them again.
"Grace...open the door..." He murmured creepily.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
How does he know my name? How does he know where I live?
That will be left unanswered.
Sorry this is short! I'm generating more ideas in my head for the story! By the way, this is just the opening.
