POV: Heather

Who knows if my body would have been dragged down here if he had succeeded in killing me too. I could feel the dark aura in his room, it’s obvious that the last few years had been worse for him. He had these weird drawings of the ladies he had fucked and abused tight here in his room. It felt so weird to see our family portrait on the wall with all our faces smudged with a painting or something. It’s like seeing our faces or even thinking about us was like torture to him.

He was not just haunted by his evil acts, it also made him...