The Locked Door

by Freida McFadden

He is a narcissist and a psychopath, who likely killed at least thirty women without a trace of remorse. He is insane. He is a monster. He is also my father.

I came to this bar alone. I like to be alone—I always have.

Dad always says that if you’re going to do something wrong, at least be smart enough not to let anybody see you do it.

My father is an incredibly dangerous man, who has done unspeakable things. He has committed evil, terrible acts, without even the slightest twinge of remorse. He’s the sort of man you wouldn’t want to run into in a dark alley. Or the street. Or anywhere. And as they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

“You need to be careful around Brady,” she hisses at me. I blink at her. “Excuse me?” “He is dangerous.” She lowers her voice another notch. “I hear screams coming from upstairs at night. Women’s screams. Crying for help.”

Was granny really crazy? I know that’s the conclusion, but this still throws me off a little.

If I find out who said it, I’ll make sure she’s very, very sorry.

Nora??? What is that supposed to mean?!?

Although unfortunately, my white coat has become wrinkled. Which is somewhat baffling considering it has just been hanging from the wall. Oh well.

Like this! How does this not raise any red flags to you?? NONE? crazy

“It’s called Hunter and Prey. You’re going to love it.”

Nah I was like she’s about kill this girl😭

My father blinks his dark eyes at me. “It was you. You killed them.” He raises his eyebrows. “Didn’t you?”

¿Qué?