Home Security_Let Me In_Meet Me At Bob & Jude's_Don't Believe Everything
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Home Security
“Where I come from…Well, it’s not safe anymore, my building. All the families with kids, except for the Claytons moved out within a year of me getting there. That’s when the neighborhood started to go bad.”Sebastian paused and scanned the crowded circle, trying to recognize a friend in the mass of addicts and recovering addicts. Everyone was new and looked so young these days. None of his old buddies were really around to attend these meetings with him anymore.“I’m sorry to hear that, Seb. It must be difficult to not feel safe and secure in your home.” This woman was new, too. She was nice eno...
Let Me In
TW: Gaslighting, StalkingThe cool touch of the camera on my cheek is refreshing in comparison to the harsh glare of the sun biting at my skin, and the clicks of the camera shutter cut against the sounds of birds chirping nearby. The weather has been quite unforgiving lately, so when you decided you wanted to go out to the park downtown today, it was a bit of a surprise. I would do anything with you, though, so I eagerly tagged along. It was nice to watch you get ready so excitedly, with your cute, green button-up sweater atop your favorite white tank top, and perfectly paired with your long, f...
Meet Me At Bob & Jude's
“Meet me at Bob & Jude’s,” the note read. It was signed, Dagger. I read the little note written on the back of a café receipt once more before turning into the back parking lot of Bob & Jude’s Roadside Stop, a roadside diner along a dusty, lonely Colorado road. I parked my black Impala in an open spot, put the gear in park, killed the engine, then locked my steering wheel in place. I got out, locked the door, and slammed it shut. It felt good to stand and stretch my legs. I had driven all the way from California to Colorado, which took seventeen hours, just to meet my source. But the leg cramp...
Don't Believe Everything
Rose sat across the table from another poor soul seeking some small semblance of hope in this dismal world. She had spent the last three years conning people into believing her bullshit. Rose was a “psychic” or at least that’s what people thought. She was in her thirties, some might call her beautiful with long dark brown hair and pale green eyes set a little too close together, pale skin with a few too many moles and plump red lips. Despite all that she was single with only her dog to keep her company, Dexter went everywhere with her. He had a bed and spare food and water bowls in her office..www.onedoor.cc..