by Leslie Fear
He knew me from the moment I stepped through the broken window. Studying me. Watching me. Changing me. I was unaware of him at first; my life was too out of control to notice. But once I stepped through the window inside that house, it was like the house knew what I craved. So, I went back, day after day, guzzling up the euphoria, like an addict. My life was about to change forever.