Raven’s Revenge
Something strange about the decrepit apartment in Brooklyn where Jackie Crawford lived unnerved her. The lack of heat and hot water didn’t set her on edge. No, it was something more ominous…
Her boyfriend, Jeff Dutton, had a hunch one night while they snuggled on the couch and watched The Exorcist. She leaned on his chest, and he wrapped his strong arms around her to keep her warm, both inside and out.
When the movie ended, they heard a loud click that caused Jackie to flinch and set Jeff on edge.
“What was that noise?” Cringing, Jackie clung to Jeff.
“Beats me.” He shrugged. “Maybe your creepy neighbor Al snuck in while we were watching the movie to poke around your lingerie drawer.” Jeff snickered. “He looks like a pervert to me.”
Jackie punched his arm, a playful love-tap. “That’s not funny.”
He stopped laughing. “Lighten up.”
She sat bolt upright on the couch. “Something’s wrong. Better go see what it is.”
“Sure thing.” Jeff got up to look around, straining to see in the dark. He flicked the light switch and searched for intruders. There was no one in the living room besides Jackie. For that he was grateful.
