#Chapter 40 Moving Out

 

        “Who-who are you?” I asked. “What are you doing here?”

        “I’m Tom,” the man said. “I’m here to see you.”

        The man stepped out of the darkness. He was surprisingly well-kept with short dark hair and a well-trimmed beard. His eyes, though—his eyes bore into me with a fire straight from the depths of Hell.

        I knew I should run, but I was frozen to the spot. I tried to scream, but no sound would come out of my throat. All I could do was stand with tears streaming down my cheeks.

        “No, no, I won’t hurt you,” Tom said. He held his hands up, as if to placate me, and I flinched. “I would never hurt you.”

        Tom stepped towards me. Whatever had frozen me in place finally broke, and I stepped backwards.

        “Stay away from me,” I said as loudly as I could manage.

    &nbs