There’s something in my neighbour’s attic. Something steeped in shadows. A secret to everyone. Seen by no one… He stands sometimes at the window. Hidden in the corner of my eye.I know he’s there. I know he’s watching. Now my son is dead. My neighbour is not. And I’m going to find out why.
There’s something in my neighbour’s attic. Something steeped in shadows. A secret to everyone. Seen by no one… He stands sometimes at the window. Hidden in the corner of my eye.I know he’s there. I know he’s watching. Now my son is dead. My neighbour is not. And I’m going to find out why.