Chapter 8 I'm yours, Poppy
Poppy
The white mask tilts, a slight, almost inquisitive movement, and then the man's hand comes up. He doesn’t point, doesn’t gesture for me to stay silent or come closer like I expect. He just waves. A lazy, dismissive flick of the fingers that chills my blood more than if he’d pulled a gun.
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Chapters
1. Chapter 1 My stalker has good taste
2. Chapter 2 Let's play a game
3. Chapter 3 Call the ambulance
4. Chapter 4 Dead men don't text
5. Chapter 5 Come and find me 
6. Chapter 6 We buried her
7. Chapter 7 Hello Poppy
8. Chapter 8 I'm yours, Poppy
9. Chapter 9 Did you dream of something dirtier?
10. Chapter 10 This phone was sent to haunt me
11. Chapter 11 A new student
12. Chapter 12 He gives off serial killer vibes
13. Chapter 13 Seeing him in broad daylight
14. Chapter 14 Running from me?
15. Chapter 15 Are you always this half naked?
16. Chapter 16 You're so wet
17. Chapter 17 My drink was spiked
18. Chapter 18 I'm in a coffin
19. Chapter 19 No one can hear you
20. Chapter 20 Count to ten
21. Chapter 21 Am I a bad person?
22. Chapter 22 We are all going down together
23. Chapter 23 A sweet, helpful boy
24. Chapter 24 My favorite tormentor
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