The Creak on the Stairs
Eva bjorg aegisdottir
Everything would have been perfect if it hadn't been for the little girl. She haunted him like a shadow. If he so much thought about her, it was as if the wind had been knocked out of him - not that he let it show. to the outside world he was strong; powerful. But when dusk fell, the darkness took up residence in his soul and nothing seemed to matter anymore.