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She's morbid. I guess someone would have to be in order to take interest in what we're doing here. She was one of the first people to volunteer for the documentary and I was so excited to finally have someone want to work with me that I didn't do much background on her. Maybe I should've.

The drive back to the library was long and by the time we got there both Max and Liora are sleep in the back. We're not going to be able to get any good work done tonight.

"Are you going to stay and do some work?" Braylon asks trying to hide the yawn behind his fist.

"No, I'm going to do a little driving around and then we can pick up first thing in the morning." I smile at him and pat his arm.

He doesn't exactly smile but I can see the relief in his expression. It's been a long day for everyone but I'm still keyed up.

We all go our seperate ways and I check the library real fast only to see that everyone else has gone as well. I lock up the equipment and go to my car. I only intended to drive around for a little while trying to scope out any good places to get somefootage but by the time I'm finished it's well past midnight when I get home.

I've never been so ready to just drop into bed than I am right now.

Just as I get my night clothes on and am ready to crawl in the bed I hear the faint sound of tapping again.

"You can't be serious." I groan and walk over to the window. I don't see anyone outside so I instantly remember about the shrub that was blowing against the side of the house. The only issue is the sound doesn't seem like it's coming from the same place.

Terror ignites inside of me. I don't know if it's because I've been trying to get inside the mind of a serial killer all day or just because I'm so tired but I can feel the panic steady increase inside of me.

Panic and anger.

I'm not going to be scared in my own place.

"If there's someone out there you better cut it out. I don't have time for this shit tonight." I yell out to anyone who can hear me.

The tapping doesn't get any louder but it doesn't stop, "If you don't go away I'm going to call the cops." I yell louder. This time the tapping does stop. I wait for a couple of seconds to make sure that whatever it is out there making that noise is truly gone.

Feeling the relief finally settle over me I take a step toward my bed.

Another step sounds behind me.

Someone's -

Before I can even turn my head something thick and plastic is wrapped around my face. I fight with all I have in my body but whoever is behind me is strong. I can't turn. Can't get away. I claw at my face trying to get air but it's impossible. I'm suffocating.

I scream loud but it's muffeled by the plastic over my face.

My lungs scream for air and all too soon I can feel the darkness taking over. I fight until my arms and legs are too fatigued to move and slowly I drift off into unconsciousness.

Chapter 8

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She didn't notice.

The rage intensifies with every second I pace back and forth in the small house.

With every turn back into the room my eyes find the used panties in the laundry basket.

I left that gift there for her to find and she didn't even take the time to notice them. It's the story of my life. All the effort I put in usually goes unnoticed. I was so sure that she'd find the panties and know that I was here for her last night. I wanted to talk to her it's why I came over tonight. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

The truth of the matter is I don't think I can stay away from her. She's been on my mind all day. Everywhere I look I see her.

Imagine my surprise when I sneak back in her house and find her not only not home but the gift I left for her last night still disgarded like trash.

It's infuriating.

It's well into the night time now and I've been here for quite a while. Knowing I need to calm down I force myself to stop pacing back and forth. The house is tidy but it's definetely not the kind of place I'd see her staying.

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