He is always looking and staring at our tiny village through his dark , misty window. This story is not about me it's about the man next door.

Victims

Magret......

Margret was a strange woman , she always baked and give the whole village except him. She never walked close to his house and barely looked at it when she passed by.
Then......
One day , that Sunday evening, something out of the ordinary occurred . Margret was on her normal routine when suddenly she decided to offer him one of her hot baked bread. She walked up to the old shabby house and knocked on the slightly opened door. She could hear a strange clanking sound coming from inside. She knocked once more but still no one answered. As soon as Magret turned to leave the door opened wider that before. Margret was horror - struck but still decided to go inside. Inside there was a rocking chair and a huge clock on the wall. On the rocking chair sat the man , he was staring at the clock and humming the song that Margret always played she was baking. The man turned his circular shaped head and looked at Magret with pure evil in his eyes giving his last hum. What happened next? nobody knew but all that was said is the door slammed shut and after about thirty minutes Magret came out and never baked again.

TO BE CONTINUED!!

Notice I didn't say victim I said victims

sneak peek in the next part

Everyone was worried about Magret but what happened to Mata was also unclear to the whole village. 😨