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Danielle was trying to help the Collective by checking the mail box when she heard a man walk past on the footpath out the front and immediately her heart started to pound. She whirled around to go inside to safety, but not in time. Not in time to stop the movie that started to play in her head.

Flick. The-man-with-the-red-shirt was smiling. He had his fingers at his lips, saying ‘Sshh’. Then his smile became cruel. He slowly moved his hand down to his pants, to his belt. Then very slowly, he started to unbuckle his belt, grinning cruelly at her sobbing.

Dani ran inside and shut the door.

You know you want it. You’ve been gagging for it all day.

She whimpered, frantically looking for a place to hide. A place to hide from the-man-with-the-red-shirt who was coming to get her.

The man who they hadn’t seen for well over 35 years, but was ever present in their lives.