Once upon a Predator

Picture this…
A lovely fall day where the reds, oranges and yellows of the turning leaves makes the quiet residential street look like it’s on fire. Movement to the left draws your eye. Someone is standing in the middle of a yard talking to a woman framed in the window of a two-story home. They’re completely wrapped up in their conversation. The woman’s expression is unreadable, but the man’s chuckle reinforces the assumption they know one another.

Look again, closer this time…
The sweat soaked strands of hair clinging to the woman’s forehead, the erratic rise and fall of her chest as her breath hitches, the intermittent shaking rippling through her body, and the death grip she has on the fork in her right hand. The man standing directly in front of her is not so much smiling but grinning. An overly wide, ear to ear grin that chases away the illusion this is an innocent chat. The only barrier between them is a flimsy screen, which is being peeled back as something in the man’s hand slides along the window frame.

This is just the beginning…
Local law enforcement is baffled as more bloodshed hits their small community, one after another. And their only consistent lead is a local Sam Turner who allegedly survived an attack years ago and keeps showing up in all the wrong places.

This psychological thriller, woven with a thread of horror, will keep you guessing until the very end.