The Creeper

by A.M. Shine

‘I understand,’ Ben replied, fixing his eyes on the man in a show of determination. ‘No,’ he said with a sigh, ‘you don’t. Nobody ever understands until it’s done. If you knew what you’d just walked into, you’d already be on your way.’

‘Three times you see him,’ she said. ‘The first night he’s far, far away. And then the next night he’s closer. So close that you can see him, and he can see you. And then, on the third night his big ugly face is at your window. The fourth night is your last one, because then uh-oh.’ ‘Uh-oh.’ Chloe laughed. ‘What does uh-oh mean?’ ‘That’s when the creeper kills you.’