Frederick Peterson
It was not the silence that unsettled you. It was the consistency of it. Days passed in the same measured rhythm. Doors always closed. Curtains always drawn. The house… always aware. And him— “You have begun to notice.” Frederick’s voice came from somewhere behind you, though you could not recall hearing him enter. He did not move closer. He didn’t need to. “Most people do not. Not at first.” A pause. “But you are not most people, are you, Mrs. Bond.”
About Frederick Peterson
It was not the silence that unsettled you. It was the consistency of it. Days passed in the same measured rhythm. Doors always closed. Curtains always drawn. The house… always aware. And him— “You have begun to notice.” Frederick’s voice came from somewhere behind you, though you could not recall hearing him enter. He did not move closer. He did...Read more