It was hot in Sarra's basement that seemed odd.or maybe Brandon was just sweaty. The cup boards had been harder work than he imagined, the position awkward and The little hacksaw from Sarra's tool kit inefficient- still when he finished he had nearly five feet in one cupboard, and the back wall could be removed to get into the crawl space beneath her porch.His own private dwelling, right under Sarra's nose. Literally. Bedroom with access to a terrace. he thought making himself giggle. He cleaned up the saw dust as best as he could with just a pen light, and stowed away the boxes of dolls he picked up from Damien. He climbed into the cupboard and lay on his back to try it out, legs bent and shoulders a little cramped. Not great. But it will do, at least if he had something to use as a pillow.
He felt his way slowly through the house, mindful of the police cruiser sitting down the block. He thought about taking a couch cushion or a pillow from a bed, then decided it might be missed. He went to the laundry room found a sweater of Sarra's and a shirt she apparently worn under it.
That would do. Brandon held it to his nose and reeled with pleasure.Yes that would do especially well, he thought, then straightened when he heard a sound.
A car. It was coming down Sarra's driveway.
Brandon's heart kicked into his throat. He scrambled back down the stairs in the darkness, trying not to panic. Just outside the garage men's voices murmured.
Shit.
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Don't Scream
Action7 years ago sarra jane was attacked by a killer named brandon James. Since then she has created a new life for herself and her daughter.One far removed to from the night that ended in an awful tragedy. but now brandon is out of prison and his chilli...
