Deadly Occupants

by Mads Rafferty

And with a best friend who is obsessed with the criminally insane and anything that makes you scream, it was not a question of if but when she would drag us to its doorstep.

We all have a friend like this

“Blair.” My body doesn’t move until three claws slash down and scratch me so hard my mouth is set free from its frozen stupor. Just in time to scream as my worst nightmare appears before my very eyes.

First lot of goosebumps

I could have said no and not gone up there. I could have stood my ground but the need to make the small group of people left in my life happy won out.

Stop people pleasing, it never ends well

My chin rises. “And how do you know this isn’t one of my lectures?” His gaze lowers, and he does nothing to hide his sparkling blue eyes as they sweep me head to toe. He drawls roughly, “Because I would have noticed you the second you walked through those doors.”

Cuuute

ease. There is nothing better than fall, the way in which the earth seems to hug us, cocooning us in its cozy grip. Fall is the season for reading. Fall is the season for pumpkin-spiced drinks. Fall is the season for sweaters. Fall is my definition of peace, the utter epitome of relaxation.

This is so correct!

I’m not sure why women love true crime, but I am one of them. Perhaps it’s because we know that our safety is always at risk and by indulging in true crime, we’re able to work through our deepest fears. Or perhaps female rage is present within all of us, and we just want to scream fuck you to the psychopaths.

Absolutely!