-jbd-202- I Was Tied Up: By My My Neighbor Hana

Yesterday, she brought me a sandwich and a glass of water. She untied one of my hands to let me eat. I thought about grabbing her, but her eyes — flat, calm, patient — told me she’d already planned for that. There was a knife in her lap. Not a threat. A fact.

If you live next to a quiet woman named Hana, and she smiles a little too long when she sees you… -JBD-202- I Was Tied Up By My My Neighbor Hana

Hana sat across from me on a plastic stool, legs crossed, holding a spiral notebook. Yesterday, she brought me a sandwich and a glass of water

My name doesn’t matter. My address doesn’t matter. What matters is this: Hana is not your friendly neighbor. She’s not the girl who borrows phone chargers. She’s a curator of fear, and I am JBD-202 — just another entry in a book no one will ever believe exists. There was a knife in her lap

I remember the sting in my neck. A needle. Then the floor rushing up to meet me.