Page 8 of Phantom

There’s a strange man outside my window.

I do not know who he is or what he wants from me. But I think he knows me. He watches me through the windows when John’s not home. He wears a fedora on his head, concealing his face from me.

I haven’t told John yet. I cannot fathom why, but something keeps me from opening my mouth and admitting that a man is watching me from the shadows. John wouldn’t handle it well. He’d go out with his shotgun and try to find him.

I must admit, I’m more afraid of what would happen to my visitor should my husband succeed.

I’m very afraid of this strange man.

But my God, am I also intrigued.