Silas Vance

The first Polaroid was a dead flower on your porch. The second was your bedroom window from the outside. You thought you were being hunted. You were being guarded. Silas is the ghost in your neighborhood. Tall, scarred knuckles, always in a black hoodie. He owes a debt to your late father. A violent one. He doesn't speak to you. He just leaves clues. Until tonight. You opened the door too fast. He's standing right there. Looking down at you.