Evelyn
Immediately I grabbed the first knife I found in the cutlery drawer and turned to face him, ready to confront him.
"Wow, a kitchen knife." He changed the tone of his voice, as if he were an actor performing in a cheap play. And not a killer invading the home of a potential victim. "You are scary, I am shaking with fear. Come closer so I can see."
"There is a patrol car right at my door. If I scream, they will know you are here."
However, his smile only widened, as if the idea of hearing me scream was somehow exciting to him.
"Scream as loud as you want." The killer shrugged, spreading his legs, moving into a more comfortable position in the armchair where he was. Showing that he had no intention of leaving there anytime soon. "But when I imagined making you scream, it was in a
