The Peeper Keeper

By Tim Thompson

Halloween is coming and that means The Peeper Keeper is active again. Set in Lexington, Kentucky, the supernatural is at work and it’s driving a man to his breaking point. Crimes from the past are resurfacing and this time regular Joe, John Roberts, may not be able to escape with his life. This fast-paced thriller pulls you in and features an ending that will have you checking to make sure your doors and windows are locked. Read at your own risk.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tim Thompson
• Release date: Oct 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301595068

Tim Thompson

I was born and since then not much has happened. I am a Licensed Eccentric by trade and a wannabe writer in my spare time which I surprisingly seem to have quite a lot of. Seriously, I love to write. My work might not be on a professional level but I take what I create very seriously. Any constructive criticism and advice on improving my stories would be gratefully appreciated. I also have a website where more of my work can be read, if anyone is interested. Thefourworlds.net

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The Peeper Keeper

Tim Thompson

Copyright 2012 by Tim Thompson

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This is how it happened. I had stopped an attack and been attacked.  Red and blue lights flashed around me as I waited for the ambulance to take me to the hospital.  Crime scene investigators were setting up spotlights along the sidewalk to my left to highlight the splashes of blood every couple of yards.  I was both a witness and a victim but the cops were treating me like a witness and I wasn’t allowed to leave.  They didn’t think my wounds were serious.

I had cut through the park around 10 o’clock on my way home from a pool party at a friend’s apartment complex.  I’d had a few drinks and then a few more drinks so I needed to catch a taxi and was heading to a main road where I could hail one. As I passed the duck pond, I saw a woman being chased by someone wearing a dark hood.  She was too tired to scream and the man was closing the distance between them quickly.  I don’t know what came over me, liquid courage maybe, but I ran to intercept the attacker.  I cut across the grass toward the path they were following.  I got within ten feet and shouted for him to stop.  I