The Intruder
The intruder.
It is the dead of night, and you lay slumbering in your bed. A cool breeze tickles your face and neck, and you stir for just a moment as your skin turns to goose bumps. Moments later an iron hard grip seizes your wrists, and m
It is the dead of night, and you lay slumbering in your bed. A cool breeze tickles your face and neck, and you stir for just a moment as your skin turns to goose bumps. Moments later an iron hard grip seizes your wrists, and m