SLEEPING WITH THE STRANGLER - The #1 Bestseller in AA Mystery, Thriller & Suspense! Deja is not aware that a killer stalks the streets of Overbrook Meadows until he creeps into her bed one night. She barely survives the “Sleeping Strangler’s” attack. Deja has few reserves left for the demons she’ll encounter in the days to come. ●●●●● Excerpt ●●●●● She pulled the top sheet across her body until it was a wrinkled pile against her belly. She reached back again, but Jerome still had the same condition. Deja knitted her eyebrows and patted his face, wondering where the hell he got another sheet from. And this second sheet, it was tight. And it wasn’t merely lying on his face; it was wrapped around his head somehow. Deja felt behind her, trying to make sense of things. But things didn’t make sense. She was reminded of a game she played as a child. Her teacher would put an object in a burlap sack and have the students reach in one at a time. The goal was to use your sense of touch to determine what item she had in the bag. If she had to guess now, Deja would say she felt something smooth and silky, like her panty hose. But that was silly. And it was strange that Jerome wasn’t talking to her. But then again, he wasn’t making any sound at that moment. Deja listened closely and thought he might be holding his breath. She rolled over, thinking this was the strangest thing he’d ever done, and even when she saw that Jerome really did have her stockings on his head, Deja still thought he was trying to get a rise out of her. Her heart skipped a beat, but she managed a quivery chuckle. “Boy, wha, what are you doing? Take that off.” She reached for it, and Jerome knocked her hand away. They lay there with their faces less than twelve inches apart. A frigid chill suddenly spread across Deja’s body. Her smile slipped away, and her pupils grew large. “Stop playing…” As she spoke, Deja’s eyes registered things her mind refused to accept. Beneath the nylons, Jerome’s face was distorted beyond recognition. He didn’t look familiar at all. There was no way pantyhose could disguise him so completely, could they? Deja fought hard to compare Jerome’s face with this current face, but she could not. It was nearly completely dark in her bedroom, but she saw enough to know that this wasn’t her man. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something wrong with the eyes. ●●●●● © Keith Thomas Walker