Lena
“Who are you?” My voice was barely audible due to the way I bawled my eyes out with crying. He was tall, a bit slim, and was dressed in casuals, all with a face cap making it hard for me to access his features well. He took a step forward, his tall frame hovering over mine. The little movement from him made me reverse back, holding the doorknob from behind, in case of a sign to run, I would do that with full chest.
The stranger removed his cap, revealing his smooth black hair that lay at his back. It took me a few seconds to analyze his facial appearance. The first thing I noticed was the mark on his brow. My body shivered at the thought of him being a serial killer. Because his other hand was stuffed in his pocket, moving inside. “Who is at the door, Lena?” I heard Martha’s voice
