The Woman From Hell

Just as I was searching, I suddenly heard a sound coming from downstairs.

Brows furrowed, I went downstairs. The main door was open, and there was someone slapping it and shouting outside, "Does a Wanda Lane live here? Please open the door. I have something to speak to you about." Who was it?

I moved forward cautiously. Fortunately, the door was still intact. That person probably would not trespass into the house. Perhaps if I kept quiet, they would think that no one was home and would leave on their own. Thinking this, I kept quiet and made sure my movement was light as I was afraid that the people outside might hear me.

"Stop pretending. I know you're in there. Come out!"

The slapping and calling made my heartbeat quicken. It was as if my heart would beat out of my chest.

My heart shook every time the person struck the door.

Just who was it?

I tiptoed to the patio, the surrounding flowers shaking slightly because of the slaps on the door.

I wanted to see who was knocking on the door through the peephole, but before I managed to get close, the deafening knocking and shouting made me flinch.

Wanda Lane! Or

seeing who it was. Judging from the footsteps and the smacks on the door, he was not the only one there but the leader of the group. He had even brought

was not her

deliberation, this

she's definitely not back yet. Why don't you guys leave first?" The neighbors next door were overwhelmed and tried

the tough voice yelled at them, "Don't meddle in other people's business, or I'll teach you

themselves. "Wanda Lane, I'm going to count to

and the beginning of

and locked the door leading to it before calling

chest. The

calm. My pale cheeks were reflected on the glass in front of the door. When the countdown reached nine, a clear voice rang out all of a sudden, "Hey! What

The voice sounded young.

yourself lucky. Let's

sounded like he was leading his subordinates