Page 137 of Trick or Stalk

That's all this is.

I came home and spent two hours thinking about how ridiculous I acted.

My brain took all that anxiety and turned it into the shape of a masked man.

I look outside again.

Still nothing.

“We’re okay.”

Penny's body remains tense.

“There's nobody there.”

Her ears twitch.

“Come on. Maybe we just need a good night’s sleep.”

I turn away from the window.

Every instinct tells me to look back.

I don't.

Instead, I carry Penny upstairs, fighting the urge to look over my shoulder.

I pull my sweater and jeans off quickly, then yank on my pajamas.

Normally, I'd stand in front of the mirror and brush my hair.

But I skip it tonight.

Instead, I sit on the edge of the bed.

Penny circles twice before settling against my pillows.

I stare at the floor.

There wasn't anyone outside.

I know that.

Except I don't.

That's the problem.

The image is so clear in my mind.

For one split second, I saw a white face staring through the darkness.

My gaze slowly moves toward the bedroom window. “No.”

Penny lifts her head.

“I’m not looking.”

She stares at me.