Girl From Down the Street Part 1
Rising from the floor, Sarah again rinsed the cloth out in the sink. Satisfied with the state of the kitchen floor, she left the room, walked down the carpeted hall, and tossed the rag in the wash basket. She made the throw without even needing to look or turn on the light to illuminate the dark room. Sarah had been babysitting for the Wheelers, twice a month, for a year now. She knew their home nearly as well as her own. It was a nice house, although not extravagant, the Wheelers could...