Knock knock

The first time I saw my neighbor kill someone, I didn't scream. I watched. I stood frozen behind my bedroom curtains as Adrian Blackwood dragged a blood-soaked body across his backyard like it was nothing more than a bag of trash. I should have called the police. I should have run. Instead, I made the mistake of looking up. Adrian was already staring at me. And then he smiled. The next morning, he knocked on my door. Knock. Knock.

Kiss of Ruin

They say love saves people. They lied.