I Am Watching You

A young woman goes to a small town to visit the grave of her twin sister and study some rare plants. She finds herself under the watchful eye of the killer himself. He’d never meant for her to die. But now she is back, and he is determined to have her again.

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The air is getting cooler as it approaches fall, and the trees are already beginning to change colours. This used to be Madeline's favorite time of the year, and as I stand over her grave, my heart aches for the love we shared. I can still remember her blonde hair, and the beautiful smile she always turned my way when I showed her my carpentry. She'd always been fascinated by the things I could make with my hands.It's been one year since she passed. Her death was a mistake in every sense of the word. The moment she died, too, had the worst timing known to mankind.That is the saddest part.I still remember in vivid detail, the night she died, quite literally, in my hands.I'd taken her for a date, our first real one, and it had gone very well. Earlier that week, she'd paid yet another visit to my carpentry workshop, because she was checking up on some furniture she'd ordered. At least, that's the excuse she used. I know she was really here to see me. It was there in her eyes and in her smile, and in the way she laughed at everything I said.She'd asked me for a discount. I knew that she'd left her family behind to come up here to the ends of Colorado for her personal space, so after living in my town on her own for a few months she was pretty hard up for cash. I'd asked her on a date, for the Friday night of that week, in return for twenty percent off my asking price. She'd said two dates, if I took off another twenty.There aren't many pretty women in this town, and I have enough business that taking forty percent off one order wouldn't harm my overall profits much, so I agreed. She seemed shocked at my ready acquiescence, but she'd laughed, told me that I was the best, and squeezed my forearm. It was pretty obvious that she wanted me.The first date was wonderful. She was very interested in me, and I obliged her, telling her anything and everything she wanted to know. I'd walked her home, and she'd allowed me to kiss her, once on the cheek, and once on the lips. It hadn't been a deep kiss, and I think I took her a little by surprise, but it was still an amazing experience.When I pulled back, I'd told her my feelings; that I'd liked her ever since I'd met her, and of how happy I was to spend the night on a date with her. She'd made a soft sound as she smiled, and ducked her head, suddenly shy. I liked that feminine hint of coyness she showed, and I was really looking forward to our next date. She visited my workshop a few more times that week, and by the time the day of our second date rolled around, I was a nervous, anxious wreck. She'd been flirting with me whenever we'd met that week, and I knew that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. We'd known each other long enough by then to feel those first stirrings of love.Our second date was even better than the first date. There aren't much places to go in this town, so I took her to one of the local diners for supper. I flirted quite a bit with her, sort of leading up to what I had planned for her later that night, so I tried to touch her often, to let her know I wanted her just as much as she wanted me.She'd asked for this second date, after all.I'd touched her legs under the table, and put my hand on her waist when we walked side by side, and during dinner I even fed her when she let me. By the time we left, my only thought was to take her somewhere quiet so we could both find some relief.As I drove her to one of my favorite quiet spots near the woods, she started to get a little nervous, something that told me that maybe this was her first time. She'd given her affirmation, more by her nervousness than her words. She was quite a bit younger than me, maybe eight or nine years my junior, so I understood her innocence. I was so pleased with the fact that she'd chosen me to be her first that I decided to give her a bit of extra foreplay to ease her into it, so as I drove, I complimented her and teased her a bit to help her loosen up.It didn't have the effect I wanted, and by the time I'd pulled to a stop at my favorite spot, she'd told me for the second time that maybe we could do this on another date, and that she wanted to go home. I understood her nervousness, but I knew I could show her that it would be alright. At the age of twenty-two, girls her age like to be around 'real men', so I came around to her side of my truck and lifted her out, carrying her to the place I'd set up in a little glade in the woods. She started to loosen up, playfully slapping my back and telling me to put her down. She used her most commanding voice, and I laughed, relieved that she wasn't nervous anymore. When I put her down and started kissing her, she suddenly started to wriggle and squirm. I must admit that her impatience turned me on, and I was just about to really get started with her when I heard voices in the woods around us. There is a hiking trail pretty close to where that spot is, but there are thick bushes separating them. She started making too much noise, a scream or two, and I covered her mouth with my hand to keep her quiet. I know how younger women like to be exhibitionists, and enjoy the thrill of making out somewhere where they could easily be seen, but as an older and more traditional man, I wanted to keep things private.By the time the youngsters on the other side of the bushes moved on, she'd finally grown quiet. But when I turned my attention back to her, I was horrified.

About the Author

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHYHarvey Madison is a multiple awarding-winning Author and English Teacher, widely known for her romantic horror-infused tales and empowering self-help books. Deeply influenced by the masterworks of Ernest Hemingway, her writing style dabbles in both the dark and light elements of life with utmost clarity and frankness.Born in Miami, Florida, Harvey's affinity for words and books began nearly a decade ago, and she has been crafting stories ever since. Throughout the course of her creative career, her books have ever won or placed as a 2nd runner up in five different Singapore Donation Association annual events. Both passionate in her demeanor and distinct in her creativity, Harvey Madison is on a lifelong mission to create a ripple effect of positive change in her community through the power of the written word.

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