He was out there again.
The lace fell back into place over the window as the clock on the mantle chimed three o’clock.
Weeks had passed.
He was persistant.
I took a deep breath, then opened the door.
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Victo Dolore 
And….? Majorly creepy. I got chills with the first sentence. Whatever you started with this — do keep going. 😀 Hugs.
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Thank you! 😉
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Cliffhanger!
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(Smiles maniacally)
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I like maniacal Victo.
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That’s it? How am I to sleep tonight? 😮
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You are very good at suspense, yourself, you know. Think of it as retaliation. 😉
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😀 😀 😀 I’m awestruck we have crossed paths. Thank YOU and YOU are welcome in so many ways. ❤
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That’s all? I’ m hooked!
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Excellent! 😉
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