Prologue

You can't see me.
But that doesn't mean I'm not there.
I'm always there.
Always.
Kind of creepy, huh?
I've been hiding up here, in my attic since last night. "Hiding? From who?" you ask. But I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone.
Can't you hear his footsteps, thudding up the staircase? I'm scared. I really scared. "You can't hide from me, Rissa," he says.
But I'm safe here in the attic-at least for a while. The things is, a little while could very from an hour to a week. It all depends on him- everything depends on him.
"Come on, Rissa," he shouts. "I don't know where you are-but I WILL find you. I always will find you."
It sends a shiver up my spine, because he's right-he always does find me. And when he finds me, things are a thousand times worse than they would have been. But I can't go downstairs, not after what happened last night.