I’m sure I know who killed her, but I don’t want to open my mouth and say so until I’m absolutely positive. “Where was she murdered?” I ask, my voice subdued. “In her bedroom. Which disturbingly became your Nana’s bedroom.” She pauses for a beat before muttering, “And now yours, I’m sure.” She’s not wrong. I took over Nana’s old bedroom, and though it’s been fully renovated, I still kept the chest at the end of the bed and the full-length ornate mirror propped in the corner of the room. Things that were passed down from Gigi. The bed is no more, having bought my own. But the same four walls that housed a horrific murder are the same four walls I sleep in at night. It’s chilling—a little creepy. But to Mom’s dismay, it’s not enough to get me to move out. Or even change rooms. If that makes me a freak, then I would only fit in with the family. Gigi fell in love with her stalker. The very man who must’ve killed her eventually. And now, I have one of my very own. The only silver lining is that I would never be so stupid to fall in love with him. Mom stands, a signal that she’s leaving. Her heels click, clack off the checkered tile as she slowly walks towards the entrance. She gives me one last look. “I hope you make the right decision and leave this place, Addie. It’s... dangerous here.” Her staccato footsteps fade as the door softly closes behind her. I watch her car disappear down the mile-long driveway, leaving me all alone in this big, cursed house. Suddenly, my stalker’s last words are much more ominous now. I'll be seeing you soon, little mouse.