Stalking Gazes

Stalking Gazes Haventown Book 1 Eliza Kane Copyright @ 2023 Eliza Kane Stalking Gazes, Haventown Book One First publication: Feb 23rd 2023 Cover art by Everly Yours Cover Designs Editing by Ashley Dwyer Formatting by Kathryn Moon All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work, in whole or in part, in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher. Published by Eliza Kane [email protected] elizakaneauthor.com Created with Vellum Created with Vellum The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of a copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by fines and federal imprisonment. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions and do not participate in, or encourage, the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Created with Vellum To all the morbid girls. Those true crime lovers. The appreciators of the unusual and paranormal. Without you, I never would have found my community. To my Moon - thank you for all you do. This would never have been created, formed, and finished without your constant encouragement, answers, and guidance. Contents Content Information 1. Then 2. Then 3. Now 4. Now 5. Then 6. Then 7. Now 8. Now 9. Now 10. Now 11. Then 12. Now 13. Now 14. Now 15. Now 16. Now 17. Then 18. Now 19. Then 20. Now 21. Now 22. Then 23. Now 24. Now Epilogue Afterword Acknowledgments About the Author Also by Eliza Kane Content Information The Haventown series is inspired by my love of horror movies and slasher flicks! That said this story does contain violence, gore, and lots of horror elements. It is also a dark poly whychoose romance with consenting adults! For more detailed information and warnings please check out mywebsite www.elizakaneauthor.com Chapter 1 Then The room was dark except for a single strip of light that fell across her bed and hips. She lay on her stomach, her beautiful, porcelain face turned towards him. She breathed slowly and steadily, deep in her dream world and unaware of what was happening around her. He stood quietly in the closet doorway, the hatch for the attic still open from his descent. Despite the darkness, he knew every line of her face and every inch of the room. Quietly, he crossed to her dresser and removed a mood ring from its spot of honor on a clay plate. She may notice, he thought, but she won’t think much of it until it’s far too late. Every night he picked a different girl. He was slowly collecting a treasure trove from the sorority house, but he always returned to her. She was, after all, the reason he found the home in the first place. He saw her walking through Wellington Hall, head bowed, eyes scanning a page. She didn’t seem to notice where she was or that other people even existed. Looking at her long red hair swaying as she walked, he was mesmerized. She was going to be his greatest treasure, but not yet. He wasn’t finished with the hunting yet. He looked around the room again and decided not to take anything else tonight. His keepsake boxes were already almost full, containing enough memories to meet his needs. He knew his time was coming to an end, that if he didn’t stop soon, he would be discovered and named as the Haventown Murderer. He sighed quietly as he headed back towards the closet and the access to the attic. His hands twitched as he got close to her, anxious to feel her warm blood on his body, to hear her beg for her life, and to finally watch as her soul drained from her beautiful eyes. He loved this girl from the moment he saw her, but he was going to love sacrificing her even more. He climbed back into the attic as quietly as a mouse to not wake any of the girls. He was going out tonight, and he was going to find another girl. The authorities had found the first girl, Jillian, a blonde with long limbs and not enough common sense to avoid going to dark places with strange men. She had been eager for a tryst in the woods at the edge of town, where the shimmering lights faded into the darkness. She had been full of laughter, her pussy tight and wet as he fucked her. She screamed from pleasure and was still moaning his name, hands against a tree as he fucked her from behind when he wound his hand around her and stabbed her right between the ribs. Her blood gushed out of the wound with each thrust of his hips. He walked carefully through the dusty attic, past his makeshift bed and the closet under the stairs that was filled with his clothes and a discarded and forgotten bookshelf that was now where he housed his greatest treasure. On the top shelf was a jar full of a thick clear liquid. Eyes that were once crystal blue sat at the bottom. Her eyes had been what he liked the most. He was initially looking for redheads, but once the girl downstairs had changed her hair, he fell for every blonde he saw. They had to have her ice-blue eyes; he wasn’t willing to settle for anything else. Next to the jar was a small wooden box. That’s where he had stored the keepsakes he had been taking from his victim for tonight, Andrea. He had found her at the market held every other Saturday outside the Police Station. He had been sneaking into her home every day when