The killer nextdoor

The moving van rumbled away, leaving behind a chaotic swirl of cardboard boxes, half-unpacked furniture, and the lingering scent of diesel. Sarah Miller surveyed the scene, a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration washing over her. Oakhaven. It had seemed so perfect in the brochures, a picture-postcard suburb with manicured lawns, tree-lined streets, and the promise of a peaceful life. Now, surrounded by the detritus of their move, the reality felt less idyllic, more...unsettling.