I watch. I wait. Soon, she'll be mine.

Emily McPhee has no idea how long I’ve been here. Watching.

Her perfect little life—straight A's, loyal friends, and that hopeless crush on the cop. But he doesn’t see what I see. She's mine.

I've been patient. I've behaved. But I’m done waiting.

He won't like it, but I don’t care. She's starting to feel me now—hearing things, sensing me. She thinks it's all in her head. Then the fear I bring breaks her. It's magical.

She ruins everything by offering for him to move in.

He thinks he's her protector. But I know her rhythms and her fears. I know how she screams. And soon, I'll show her just how far I’ll go to keep what's mine. Forever.