She didn’t have to wait for long, he came out of the room and looked directly at the restaurant. It might have been her imagination but she could have sworn he winked at her, but it could have only been her imagination, she told herself. He walked away and before she could get out of the restaurant, he had disappeared. She looked around but there was no sign of him. She walked to the door of the house he had entered and pushed gently, to her surprise the door opened. She tiptoed into the room and let her eyes adjust to the dark room. That was how she found herself in the serial killer’s den. She heard a sound at the door and jumped to her feet. “Please God, save my soul”, she whispered as the door opened.

“Do you know me now?” he asked. She looked at him and it dawned on her that he was the newspaper man who delivered newspapers to her office everyday. “Why”? She asked. He ignored her question and walked towards her, his knife raised.

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 Daisy blinked, she looked around her, it was dark. she saw a figure moving towards her. It was the serial killer in the novel she was reading. She turned to run but he caught her. “Help! help”!, she tried to scream but no sound came out.

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Daisy jerked awake. She looked at the other side of the bed, John was still snoring like a baby. She got up quietly and went to the sitting room. The novel was on the table where she had left it. She picked it up and stared at it. She wasn’t going to read it, she would return it first thing the next morning.

                                                                             THE END

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