My Grandma Left Five Letters for the Neighbors Who Tormented Her – After I Delivered the First One, Police Showed Up
Rios’s voice murmured in my ear. “Don’t move.”
On the camera feed, Mrs. Keller appeared in the harsh light, jaw clenched, and with a bag in her hand. Don Harris hovered behind her, eyes darting around nervously.
Sirens erupted so close they rattled the windows.
Lydia stood off to the side, hands twisting, whispering, “Hurry.”
Keller tried the handle again and hissed, “I know this gate doesn’t lock.”
Don tried the gate, bumping it with his shoulder in an attempt to force it open. “She can’t ruin us from the grave,” he snapped.
