June Challenge - "The man she buried is back and knocking."

The Abuser comes back, always haunting his daughter. She tries to make things right for herself, but she knows she will never escape the memories and pain he left on her skin...

The man I buries is back, knocking

Carol's husband is missing. Her best friend Laura comes to stay with her while the police are searching for Roger. Soon, things go from bad to worse as the fabric of reality begins to unravel for Carol.

She escaped a suffocating and abusive marriage through the "death" of her ex-husband, Randall Strong. Now he is back and knocking at her door, demanding retribution.

You're dead to me but not in the literal sense of the phrase. To everyone else you're very much alive. The life and soul of the party, a lifeline to those in need. But now you're back in my life and I might have to bury you for real.

Not all marriages are perfect. And nothing stays buried forever...

When Terry's husband comes knocking on her door one night, she wonders if she may have done something wrong. Corpses weren't supposed to reappear.

Elizabeth searches for truth behind the death of her fiance

She buried and he is back knocking on her door.

The man she had buried was back and knocking. Paula looked through the door visor and blinked. How could this be? She had raised their son and sent him off to university, lived through birthdays and Christmases, weddings and illness, all on her own. Life had moved on without him, and now here he was. Mark’s voice cut through the numbness that was already rising. ‘Open up, love, it’s me. I’m soaked and it’s bloody cold out here.’

Her hand hovered over the lock. This man looked like Mark and sounded like him, even stood like him, but there was something in his posture, in the way his shoulders hunched as if time had never passed, that did not feel quite right. But before she could decide what to do, he bent down, lifted the garden gnome, and retrieved the spare key she had forgotten was still there. The door rattled open under his hand. Paula took two steps back and placed one hand over her heart, which thudded like a slow drum.