Time for a little sample, straight from BIRD OF PREY.  Here goes...

 



He was here.  The murderer stood right here.  Right where I’m standing. 
Maggie couldn’t suppress these haunting thoughts as she picked up each feather and tossed it in the trash.  Paranoia soon set in; Maggie jumped at every little creak, every whistling breeze, believing it to be something much more sinister.  She held the constant suspicion that she was being watched, that she wasn’t the only one in that bookstore….  Completely covered in goosebumps now, she quickly disposed of the remaining feathers.  A chill swam through her body as she turned one last time to examine the darkened bookstore, before shutting the door and stepping out into the cool October air.