Secluded House
Chapter 1 – Flat Tire I had waited no more than twenty minutes, but my patience gradually started to evaporate. The sun was setting. I shivered. It was getting cold. I looked again at my little dark-blue Mazda. It was stuck into the ditch. The right wing was crumpled and the tire was flat. The mere sight of it made me even angrier. I had bought this car just a month ago. I tried to calm myself down. Luckily, I wasn’t hurt. Just my left ankle was throbbing, though almost imperceptibly. I...