My family locked me in the basement to give birth. Days later, they returned to find a dark red liquid seeping from the door. As my mother screamed, a voice whispered behind her, “Looking for me?”

salvation in the dark. I was a predator, patiently waiting in the tall grass. All I needed was for them to unlock the cage.

Chapter Three: The Crimson Confession

The rumble of an imported engine vibrating through the driveway concrete was the starting pistol.

I stood in the center of the dim basement, the heavy plastic basin of vintage wine gripped tightly continue reading …