I’m just the girl next door! The quiet one tucked away in the library. The one that smells like coffee and reads weird, ancient looking books. The one that sneaks into your room at night to whisper dark suggestions into your ear. The girl thing next door.
You don’t know when I moved in. With my frizzy ponytail and my crooked grin, unassuming Audrey always lived next door…right? You can’t remember a time when Audrey wasn’t there. You can’t remember which house she lives in. All you can remember is her words, late at night…