Haunting-Adeline

Chapter 11
The Manipulator
aya said Nana was the freak, but I’m star ng to wonder if it was her
mother that was the freak. I skim through the diary, reading over her
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words.
I’m si ng in the same rocking chair Gigi used to sit in to write in her
diary while her stalker watched on. While she let him feast his eyes on her,
and got off on it too, apparently.
Snapping the book shut, I throw it on the footstool before me, the
furniture rocking from the movement of the heavy book.
I sigh heavily, pinching the bridge of my nose to ward off the blooming
headache.
I mean, what was she thinking? Le ng a strange man watch her, come
into her home, and touch her? That’s insane. Cer fiably insane.
What’s truly insane is the fact that I found this diary, and a stalker found
me on the same night. I don’t want to think about what that means.
The wind blows outside the window, ra ling the glass. Storm clouds are
rolling in, the ever-present weather that plagues Sea le like bad acne. Just
when you think we're going to have a lovely sunny day, a storm cloud pops
up, ready to burst.
Okay, gross, Addie.
A loud thump sounds from the kitchen, causing me to nearly jump out of
my seat. Heart pumping heavily in my chest, I look towards the direc on
and find nothing amiss.
“Hello?” I call out, but no one answers.
A emp ng to even my breathing, I turn back right as movement from
the corner of my eye snags my a en on right outside the window. My
head snaps in that direc on and my eyes zero in on whatever it was I just
saw. It’s nearly pitch-black outside save for the moonlight and a single light
outside my front door.