Thriller"Hi...I'm Michael, one of Lisa's friends from school. Is she home?"Thriller by adelineday
"Yes, she is. Come on in."
Mr Bukowski stepped aside to let the dark haired boy enter and a strong feeling of familiarity swept over him when he looked into the teenager's eyes. The source of the sensation eluded him for quite some time, though it finally became clear when he saw his daughter descending the stairs by the boy's side.
Memories of his days of delinquency flooded his mind and for a split second, he could have sworn it was the face of Lisa's classmate that he had disfigured almost thirty years before, while the other members of his gang cheered him on.
"Wait..." He managed to say to his daughter before she stepped out of the front door. She spun around and took a step back towards him.
"What is it, Dad?"
"Take the cellphone before you go, in case there's some trouble."
"Sure..." Lisa muttered after a moment of stunned silence.
"Well, this sucks..." Christopher moaned from the driver's seat as he twisted the
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