The Creeper

by A.M. Shine

‘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.’