“Well, apparently, so is my stalker.” “IT know, which is why I’m hooking you up with a security system. You’re not going to be another statistic, not more than you already are. If you die, I have to follow, and I’m quite attached to my body. God gave me a good one this lifetime.” I roll my eyes at her dramatics, especially because she’s not even religious. “Okay, just bill me for it,” I agree. I like the idea of having cameras in my house. It makes me feel better about someone sneaking around when I can’t see them. “T’ll be over later to set them up.” Getting cameras will be the first thing to happen in a month that gives me any semblance of safety. No matter how fragile it is. I’m just finishing up another chapter when I hear the USPS truck pull up. The mailman has always been a pretty nice guy. He doesn’t stick around long and spends most of his time glancing around nervously. The last time I asked him about it, he said something evil happened here. And since a man went missing off my doorstep last night, I'd say several evil things have happened here. I open the door just as he’s dropping off several cases of books. I have to sign these and get them shipped out to my readers. Eight large boxes later, the mailman is panting, sweat running down his light brown face.