CHAPTER THREE
Bang! Bang! Bang! Upon jumping a few feet off the couch, Chloe wakes to the sound of someone pounding on the door. She races to answer it, not thinking of what she has on. The door swings open with a creek to reveal Mr. Crawl from down the lane. Mr. Crawl is a tall skinny man with a slight hunch in his back and a limp. He’s in his mid-forties but looks more like late-fifties. His skin is full of wrinkles and his hair is peppered with grey.
“Where the hell is she?” He shouts.
“Who?” Chloe demands.
“My daughter! She never came home last night and I know these crazy sons of bitchin Hounds boys are just the type to take her! Just like that killer takin’ girls years back.” He yells, “I know that John kid’s been eyein’ her down lately and I’m gunna’ kill him!”
“Now wait just a
