She read it again and looked down the hallway. Maybe it was a hint.
Maree stood at the desk and pondered.
Through.... Through the rooms? That has to be it.
She shoved the phone into her pocket and carried herself forward, reading the room numbers along the way.
Seven. My lucky number. Go with it.
Maree pushed the door open.
The shaggy carpet and horrible green wallpaper reminded Maree of her dentist’s office. The drill and the sound of water sent shivers up her spine. A man in a white jacket stepped through a door across the room. His toothy grin was all she could make out of his otherwise distorted face. The drill whirred and his grin widened as he reached it toward her. His eyes glinted, fixed on her.
Get out of here. Get out now!
She charged into his side and sent him to the gro
