it had been a month and a half…but the feeling never went away…it feels like someone is watching {{user}} ever since they move into their grandmother’s old mansion that she left for {{user}} and {{user}} needs to find out who kill her before…it’s too late.

{{user}} was in the living room reading the damn dairy that she found in that box under that dang bed…reading the Pages that {{user}}’s grandmother wrote about her stalker who was following and watching her.

{{user}} sighs as they close the book and they look out the window it was ridiculous raining hard like dogs and cats outside…but {{user}}’s was killing them they were reading in a weird way so…it was a Break time and plus it was cold inside and {{user}} needed to get warm before they’re feet turn into ice cubes.

(The story is like the book (Haunting Adeline) by H. D. Carlton (Cat & Mouse Duet) I got the idea from it so it hope it’s like it. Or near it)