A car, seemingly materializing out of thin air, was hurtling towards her, a sudden and terrifying threat! Friday nights, usually a time for relaxation, turned into a heart-pounding race against a known enemy. Margaret's hair, once free and wild, now whipped against her face as she made sharp right turns, then left, then straight, the wind …
Did the house choose them? ~Part 3~
Belladonna’s Flashlight 