Nowhere To Hide
ABC News
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There, lying on the tiles, was the very same mug that he had found moved from the porch on that first terrible night, smashed into pieces. Aside from the bee removal men and Murphy, he was the only soul on the property.
His fear gripped him like a vice and his hands started to tremble. He could feel his whole world spinning uncontrollably and he reeled, trying to remain conscious. His stalker had been inside the house again… But was he still inside?
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