Chapter 2Jeremiah Pace pulled all blinds on the bottom floor, double-checked the two locks on his front door, rushed over to the patio door, locked it, and pushed the dresser in front of it, checked the door in the laundry room, and put on his noise-canceling headphones. As soon as he’d spotted the ad in the paper, his hands had started to shake.
He should move. Why had he stayed when his parents had left? They’d begged him to come with them. They were as scarred from what had happened as he was, but he’d stayed.
He couldn’t see himself interacting with any new people. It was why he’d stayed. There might be monsters in the dark, but Wilson at the grocery store delivered his groceries without questions.
A lot had changed in the last decade, though. He could move. Find a secluded house so
