The Scent of Fear
The panic started as a shiver at the base of her neck. It travelled down her spine like an uncurling snake. The perfume was unmistakable. The citrus-sweet smell that had paralysed her 15 years ago. She listened to the voice. Yes, it had the same raspy pitch. It was her, the person from Suki’s nightmare. Fifteen years later, she still wore the same awful…