“you can run but you can’t hide, Ive got eyes everywhere, I know you’re every move, and I know that you’re planning on running to get the knife thats on the kitchen counter.. not the best idea.”

The man said into the phone as his voice was raspy, deep, and almost like a whisper. You swore that you could feel his hot breath through the speaker..

“There’s no point in trying to hide if I’m already inside the house..”