only eaten one of the cupcakes and she left the others on a plate next to the stove. Maybe she would change her mind tomorrow about giving them to Steve.
But she didn’t think so. Why even bother? What if she brought the cupcakes to him and they hit it off? What if he asked her out? What if they went out on a few dates? What if they really started to like each other? Maybe it would start off okay. A few more dates maybe. But eventually she would have to tell him about her night terrors. She could just picture herself explaining to Steve that sometimes she walked in her sleep, and there might come a night when she might accidentally beat the shit out of him in the middle of her sleep. I hope you’re okay with that.
Yeah, right.
After she finished two more drawings she called it a night. She changed into her flannel, non-sexy pajamas and settled down on her couch in front of the TV. The TV was one of the things she’d spent some money on – and a comfortable couch. Many nights she fell asleep in front of the TV, it seemed to calm her nerves as she watched some kind of reality show about rescuing bars or buying storage units or fixing up houses, and then she would drift off to sleep in the safety of the flickering TV light.
And soon she was asleep.
5.
It was time.
The Shadow Man watched the trailer from the darkness of night. There had been a German Shepard on guard, but he had already taken care of that problem. The rundown doublewide trailer sat under a canopy of giant oak tree branches. Next to the trailer was a huge garage used for fixing up cars. A floodlight spilled light down onto the garage, but left the trailer mostly in darkness. Between the trailer and the garage were a few hulks of rusted-out cars along with other vehicle parts and stacks of tires. Five other cars and trucks were parked in the weedy lawn, some of them possibly repaired or waiting for repairs, one of the trucks was undoubtedly the man’s own vehicle. Even with all of the vehicles, the Shadow Man knew that the man was alone in the trailer. Two deep ruts etched into the grass served as the driveway; the ruts ran from the gate where the killer stood to the doublewide trailer and the garage in the distance.
The killer moved through the darkness like a living shadow, creeping closer and closer to the trailer, and then he slipped around the corner to the back door.
6.
Greg had a sudden jolt of alarm as he sat in front of his TV. He wasn’t sure where the feeling had come from, but he was suddenly on-edge and nervous. He could tell something wasn’t right. He felt like someone was watching him and it gave him a crawling sensation on his skin. A rush of blood flooded his muscles. His heart started pounding in his chest so hard he could feel the rush of blood thumping in his ears.
He sat up a little straighter and looked around his cluttered and messy trailer. He realized he hadn’t heard Bo, his German Shepard, bark for quite a while. He got up from his recliner and felt a little light-headed as he went to the front door and opened it.
Greg stood at the front door of his trailer, the door wide open. He whistled for Bo, but his dog didn’t come running and he didn’t hear anything out in the dark. Damn dog, he thought. Bo wasn’t the greatest watchdog in the world, but he looked mean, and if people saw him they usually thought twice about entering his yard.
Greg walked down the three wooden steps from the trailer to the weedy ground. He took a few steps out towards his truck and looked around. It was dark out here, with the only light coming from the floodlight over the garage door. His porch light had apparently burned out. He wondered if he had any light bulbs in the house.
“Come on, Bo!” he shouted, but he still didn’t see the dog anywhere. “Dinner time!” he yelled, hoping that would coax him out of the darkness, but it didn’t. Bo was probably out at the other end of the five acre property, probably chewing on the fence and
But she didn’t think so. Why even bother? What if she brought the cupcakes to him and they hit it off? What if he asked her out? What if they went out on a few dates? What if they really started to like each other? Maybe it would start off okay. A few more dates maybe. But eventually she would have to tell him about her night terrors. She could just picture herself explaining to Steve that sometimes she walked in her sleep, and there might come a night when she might accidentally beat the shit out of him in the middle of her sleep. I hope you’re okay with that.
Yeah, right.
After she finished two more drawings she called it a night. She changed into her flannel, non-sexy pajamas and settled down on her couch in front of the TV. The TV was one of the things she’d spent some money on – and a comfortable couch. Many nights she fell asleep in front of the TV, it seemed to calm her nerves as she watched some kind of reality show about rescuing bars or buying storage units or fixing up houses, and then she would drift off to sleep in the safety of the flickering TV light.
And soon she was asleep.
5.
It was time.
The Shadow Man watched the trailer from the darkness of night. There had been a German Shepard on guard, but he had already taken care of that problem. The rundown doublewide trailer sat under a canopy of giant oak tree branches. Next to the trailer was a huge garage used for fixing up cars. A floodlight spilled light down onto the garage, but left the trailer mostly in darkness. Between the trailer and the garage were a few hulks of rusted-out cars along with other vehicle parts and stacks of tires. Five other cars and trucks were parked in the weedy lawn, some of them possibly repaired or waiting for repairs, one of the trucks was undoubtedly the man’s own vehicle. Even with all of the vehicles, the Shadow Man knew that the man was alone in the trailer. Two deep ruts etched into the grass served as the driveway; the ruts ran from the gate where the killer stood to the doublewide trailer and the garage in the distance.
The killer moved through the darkness like a living shadow, creeping closer and closer to the trailer, and then he slipped around the corner to the back door.
6.
Greg had a sudden jolt of alarm as he sat in front of his TV. He wasn’t sure where the feeling had come from, but he was suddenly on-edge and nervous. He could tell something wasn’t right. He felt like someone was watching him and it gave him a crawling sensation on his skin. A rush of blood flooded his muscles. His heart started pounding in his chest so hard he could feel the rush of blood thumping in his ears.
He sat up a little straighter and looked around his cluttered and messy trailer. He realized he hadn’t heard Bo, his German Shepard, bark for quite a while. He got up from his recliner and felt a little light-headed as he went to the front door and opened it.
Greg stood at the front door of his trailer, the door wide open. He whistled for Bo, but his dog didn’t come running and he didn’t hear anything out in the dark. Damn dog, he thought. Bo wasn’t the greatest watchdog in the world, but he looked mean, and if people saw him they usually thought twice about entering his yard.
Greg walked down the three wooden steps from the trailer to the weedy ground. He took a few steps out towards his truck and looked around. It was dark out here, with the only light coming from the floodlight over the garage door. His porch light had apparently burned out. He wondered if he had any light bulbs in the house.
“Come on, Bo!” he shouted, but he still didn’t see the dog anywhere. “Dinner time!” he yelled, hoping that would coax him out of the darkness, but it didn’t. Bo was probably out at the other end of the five acre property, probably chewing on the fence and
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