A snippet from inside the pages of Killing Dreams
Glass shattered somewhere in the distance, and a man’s gloved hand
breached the gaping hole of the French door pane, disengaging the
bolt.
The door swung open, hinges creaked, and the killer stepped
inside, dressed in black. He carefully made his way into the
living room.
He crept around to the kitchen with a knife clutched in his hand.
Jenna’s breath caught the moment she realized the room he peered
into was the same as the one belonging to the rental house. Oh my
God, is he in here?”
Fear rained down on her. As much as she struggled to move, nothing
happened, and it was a horrifying reality knowing until this
vision played out, she wouldn’t be able to. He’s going to kill me
right here while I’m helpless, and I can’t do anything about it.
Please, somebody, help me!”
He turned into the hallway.
Now approaching the guest bedroom.
The killer stopped and peeked inside, then skulked past the
bathroom, moving to her bedroom at the end of the hall.
In another minute he would be at her door.