“It was dark by the time everyone left Kristy’s, and I spent a good 20 minutes watching the shadows play across the wall and thinking of nothing. Sometimes I would hear a car ride by and slow down, and it always sounded like the same car, something heavy and ominous, like Stacey’s mom’s mini-van. A couple times I heard footsteps on the stairs, and I braced myself for the tentative knocking of Kristie’s brother, David Michael, but that never happened either. My stomach hurt.”
- Bret Easton Ellis’ Baby-Sitter’s Club, Chapter 3: Mary Anne’s Man
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