PSYCHOPHILIA: A Disturbing Psychological Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
I wind down the window and stick out my head like a dog in transit, gasping at the cold air, my mouth hanging open, the chill burning the inside of my nose. For a moment I think I am going to be sick, but I swallow hard and the urge passes. From here I cannot see my house as it sits just over the brow of the hill. I can only see two of the houses from here. They look warm and comfortable, lights on and fires lit, the women inside making a home for their men to return to. When I hear tyres moving over the tarmac I pull at the brake handle, but find it already pulled up high. Then I hear the horn coming from behind me. It is Mrs. Sedgwick in her birthday present, an obnoxious black Range Rover, strangely perfect for the local roads, and yet grossly oversized to pass in them. She toots again and waves, but the turned down over-plucked eyebrows are really asking if I am alright, and I can tell that she is wondering why I am sat here on such a cold day with my head hanging out of the window. I acknowledge her with a slight wave and a smile before proceeding along the driveway. I wish she hadn’t seen me here like this. I try so hard to appear sane in front of the neighbours. Gregory prefers it that way.
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