Chapter Nine — The fire had long ago died, and the song of the ocean had lulled Delia to sleep. Some hours later, she was awoken by a scraping sound. She was sure it had come from inside the cabin, but how? She had locked every door and ensured no one was inside…

Chapter Eight The figure must have heard it, for he fled immediately and disappeared into the night. Delia closed the shutter as quickly as she could, but she knew it was too late. He had seen her. He had heard her scream and now knew how terrified she was. And…

Chapter Seven — Delia replaced the stick, only to find that the man had used the door as support to sit in one of the two patio chairs. This time, he smiled at her, waved hello and sat for a few moments before limping down to the beach. Once the adrenaline that had…

Chapter Six — Wine. That was what Delia needed. At five o’clock in the afternoon? Wasn’t it a bit early? On the one hand, she was on vacation. On the other, her day had started fairly late, so she made some coffee instead. Eager to take advantage of the last hour of sunlight…

Chapter Five — Delia shut the door as soon as she was inside. She set her things down as she glanced around. The studio was spacious and full of light with windows covering all but two walls. She took it all in; this was why Delia had risked her life and driven alone…

Chapter Four — Once the other side of the road opened up, the car behind her bypassed her and sped off into the distance. Breathing yet another sigh of relief, she carried on slowly until she passed the police station and realized she was within a few hundred yards of the resort. She…

Chapter Three — Shrugging was how Delia brought herself back to the current moment, which she did then so she could forget about him and their trip altogether. This time would be different. This was an adventure she needed, albeit terrifying. After a few years of absolute misery, the past year had been…

Chapter Two — Hearing the blood-curdling scream, both store clerks rushed to the restroom. She was still screaming, her eyes were covered, and she was shaking uncontrollably. “Ma’am, what is it? What’s wrong?” “There’s, uh, there’s sssssomething or sssssomeone in your… your restroom. I swear I saw something move when I opened the…

Chapter One — It was a treacherous drive; four hours at the very least if you only stopped once and kept up a steady speed. She stopped once to fill up gas at the halfway point even though her tank was nearly full. Paranoia had set in long before she ever started the…