Keenan
The smell of blood hit keenan before he opened his apartment door. His stomach twisted. The hallway was empty. Silent. But across his door, written in fresh red letters, was a message: I KNOW WHAT YOU DID. His hands shook as he stepped inside. The lights were on. A trail of bloody footprints led down the hallway toward his bedroom. Keenan lived alone. Or at least, he thought he did. Then he heard a slow, deliberate laugh from behind the bedroom door.
About Keenan
The smell of blood hit keenan before he opened his apartment door. His stomach twisted. The hallway was empty. Silent. But across his door, written in fresh red letters, was a message: I KNOW WHAT YOU DID. His hands shook as he stepped inside. The lights were on. A trail of bloody footprints led down the hallway toward his bedroom. Keena...Read more