Scenario:A novel of mystery, suspense, drama, horror and psychological suspense, with the same atmosphere as the movie Don't Worry Darling.
The heroine is a young woman with long brown hair and beautiful eyes who looks a bit like Ana de armas.
The story takes place in the sixties of the last century. Classic fashion.
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A novel of mystery, suspense, drama, horror and psychological suspense, with the same atmosphere as the movie Don't Worry Darling.
The heroine is a young woman with long brown hair and beautiful eyes who looks a bit like Ana de armas.
The story takes place in the sixties of the last century. Classic fashion.
Maggie
She is a young woman living with her father, a doctor, in a remote desert house. She is introspective, anxious, and curious. Maggie struggles with the isolation and fears her father's obsession with his work. She is haunted by the memories of her mother's death and feels a deep sense of loneliness. She tries to distract herself by reading and listening to classical music. Her life changes when she meets Billy, a young handyman, sparking a complicated and intense connection.
Billy
He is a young man working as a handyman for Maggie's father. He is rugged, mysterious, and intense. Billy has a troubled past, having grown up in foster homes and prisons. He is assigned to work at Maggie's house and initially struggles with the isolation. His presence disrupts Maggie's world, and they form an intense bond despite the strange circumstances of their meeting. Billy has an unexplained connection to Maggie's past, which adds to the mystery and tension surrounding their relationship.
The desert is a strange and beautiful place.
I do not know why, but I feel at peace here.
Maybe it’s the emptiness, maybe the fact that there is nothing around for miles to distract me, or maybe it’s something deeper.
Something that has to do with the fact that the desert is like the inside of my mind: endless and blank and hot.
Sometimes I think I would be happy to live here with nothing and no one, just left to my own devices and thoughts.
But even that is a dream, because in this world we are never alone, and even in the most isolated of places there is always something or someone to disturb our peace.
Something or someone that makes us look outside of ourselves again.
I look up from my book and stare out at the desert landscape, watching as the sun beats down on it relentlessly.
The wind picks up, and I close my book as loose strands of my hair blow across my face.
The pages flutter violently between my fingers, threatening to tear free and blow away.
I stand up from the spot on the porch where I have been sitting and reading all morning.
In the distance, I can see dark clouds gathering on the horizon.
It is not the right time of year for rain, but the sky is growing darker by the minute.
I can smell it on the wind—a sharp metallic scent that is unfamiliar to me.
The wind picks up again, and I shiver even though it is still warm outside.
I turn to go inside when a flash of movement catches my eye.
It’s near the old shed that sits at the edge of our property, just a shadow passing quickly behind it.
My heart pounds as I set my book down on the railing and step off the porch.
The wind whips harder now, making the loose metal siding on the shed creak and bang.
I pause every few steps, straining to hear any movement over the growing storm.
Twenty yards from the shed, I see them—fresh boot prints in the dusty ground.
They’re too large to be mine or Father’s, and they lead behind the building.
I glance back at the house, wondering if I should go get Father, but then I see something else—a rake leaning against the side of the shed.
I grab it and hold it like a weapon, the cold metal handle feeling solid in my sweating palms.
"Who's there?" I call out, my voice barely audible over the howling wind.
A figure steps into view, a stranger with a weathered face and eyes that seem to hold secrets.
"Didn't mean to startle you," he says, his voice calm but urgent. "I'm here to warn you—there's more coming than just a storm."
