Chapter Three“It's a nap for
you and some culture for me!” Jay had said as he let himself out,
on the way to the lab.
Smiling, I had
taken his advice and tried to nap, but was too jumpy. I wished
desperately for sleep, only to have it prove more and more evasive.
Every little sound made me tense up, more alert than ever.
Eventually, I heard the front door open. Relieved, I woke up and
walked to the kitchen. “Jay?”
The man closing
the door wasn't Jay. He was a lot heavier in build. He turned
around to lean against the door. I gasped at the sight of his face,
stepping back in alarm into the wall. It was Mr Menace. And he most
certainly was not a ghost! We stood a few moments staring at each
other, not moving.
His voice was just
as I had remembered it—quietly chilling, “We hav
