Chapter 72. Psychotic Stalker

MICHELLE

Despite the fact that I did not turn off all of the lamps in the living room, it was still far too dark to distinguish anything from this vantage point.

Because there was no possible way that someone could have broken into my apartment, I was certain that I was just imagining the whole thing.

No one could ever barge in my room, unless they have the key.

Once more, silence pervaded the room, and I was acutely aware of the pounding of my heart against my ribcage.

This particular scene had only ever been seen in suspense or horror films; therefore, it was impossible for it to occur to me at this same moment.

No way! It couldn’t be…

When I stopped to consider all of the options, my thoughts began to spiral out of control. It was hard for me to say which was more terrifying: being attacked by a psychopath or seeing a ghost for the first time.

I swallowed hard. It was not the right time to consider which of the two was the most bear