~Keegan~
Engulfed in the sea of paperwork that is the dining table, I play the detective, my eyes darting over the documents strewn about. Asylum reports, news clippings, snippets of Maya's past, each forming a jigsaw piece of a portrait that doesn't quite match the Maya I've come to know.
Out of nowhere, a sensation colder than an ice cube down the back of my shirt, slithers down my spine. Goosebumps rise on my arms. An eerie feeling wraps around me like a chilly blanket, the familiar sense of being watched. Like a sloth on a caffeine high, I slowly swivel in my chair.
My scream would put a little girl to shame, as my arms flail when I come face to face with the monster that had to duck through the kitchen door. My hands grip the table as I steady my chair and racing heart.
"Holy gua
