I’m excited to announce that my first psychological thriller novel, What I Did, launches in one month!
What I Did is a psychological thriller that tackles issues in modern day society. Tough topics such as toxic masculinity, mental illness, and active shooter situations are covered from the point of a view of a millennial giving the story a surreal modern-day vibe.
It leaves you with the question, what would you do to survive?
In order to celebrate, I’d like to share a little excerpt with you guys.
I started to read an article about a girl who supposedly escaped the grasp of a serial killer when an IM popped up on my screen. I expected it to be from Keaton since, if she had texted me back, I hadn’t seen it. Instead, the message was from an anonymous profile and said three words: I see you.
I stared at it, clenching my teeth. I didn’t have many enemies simply because I never interacted with humans. There’s only one person who would have the gull or motive to try and scare me like this—Samuel.
Snarling, I wrote back the words You’re an ass.
I closed my laptop and hopped up, going over to my window to peer at the ground below through the cracks in the blinds. I didn’t see anyone, and normally, I would’ve been concerned at such an ominous message, but I wasn’t. My blinds were closed, the door locked. I was on the second floor. The only other way into the apartment would be through the fire escape. I pulled the blinds back to stare at the spot. The silver staircase hanging into the blackness of night was empty.
Huffing, I let go of the blinds, listening to them crash together before I stormed out of my room, pacing to get the anger to go away. I wanted to confront him, to make him stop this once and for all, but it slowly came to me that in the grand scheme of things, there wasn’t much I could do.
I surveyed outside the living room windows too but still saw no movement below. This was Samuel trying to get under my skin, and it was working. Most likely, he had never been here. He was at home, laughing at himself for getting a response from me.
Why am I so gullible? I growled to myself, going back to my room much slower than I had left.
I had already spent a large part of my anger on Mom and now whatever was left had evaporated. I was alone and cold again. Sighing, I hopped into bed, pulling the blankets up to my shoulder and put my head underneath my pillow.
Maybe tomorrow, things would be better.
Author Kayla Krantz 