Threat- Chloroform- One Woman Who Was Attacked ... Direct

He took the bait. He leaned in, the sweet reek of chloroform wafting ahead of him like a ghastly cologne. He uncorked the bottle, doused the handkerchief, and brought it up to his own nose for a second—a rookie mistake. His eyes watered. He blinked.

“No,” she said, her voice flat. “But I am.” Threat- Chloroform- One woman who was attacked ...

She walked to the phone on her nightstand. Her fingers dialed 9-1-1. She gave her address, her name, and said the words that would change everything: “There’s a man in my apartment. He tried to use chloroform. I think he’s dead.” He took the bait

She saw the shadow first—a thickening of the dark by her window, which she could have sworn she’d locked. The figure was patient. He held a small brown bottle and a folded white handkerchief. He was waiting for her to fall back asleep. His eyes watered

He screamed, a choked, gargling sound, and dropped the handkerchief. He clawed at his throat, his tongue, as if he could scrape the burn out. The chloroform on his jacket, mixed with the pepper spray, created a new, vile perfume of chemical fire. He stumbled backward, blind and choking, and his heel caught the edge of her fallen laundry basket.

So she couldn’t let him get near her face.