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B2/10. Pristine…
Becca sat on her front porch, sipping her coffee cupped with both hands. She wasn't sure, but the neighbourhood felt different. Perhaps it was from her lack of sleep last night, but she felt like someone had been in her home, in her room, watching her sleep. She tossed and turned, unable to feel safe all night. The other night, she could have sworn the neighbour's dogs were killed in her front yard, but when she checked the following morning, she found nothing. She remembered checking every single window that night. She moved chairs to the doors to secure them. She didn't know what was outside, but those poor dogs. She tried to call the sheriff's office, but there was no answer. She was relieved to find nothing outside her house the following day but just as confused. She could have sworn
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