**Annabelle**

I bit my nails, and contemplated if I should accept the job or not. No doubt, more money can never be bad. I held that thought, and typed a reply accepting his offer. Almost immediately, he responded with details to his current location. I groaned a little, took off my wig, retouched my make up, and left the house.

******

I followed the directions, and it led to the little bungalow. I rubbed my sweaty palms, then pressing the door bell.

Seconds later, he emerged from inside.

"Your house?" I asked, as he smiled.

"Not necessarily." He pulled me in. Without another word, he shut the door behind me,...