*~*Mystery's POV*~*
One of them entered the room. His steps were soft, but I still detected them. The faint sounds of his rubber-soled feet padded across the runner in front of the bedroom door and came right toward me. He knew where I'd hidden myself, almost as if he could see me.
He couldn't see me though, could he? It'd be impossible for someone to see through the wooden door of the armoire. And from down the hall as well. How could he have known to come directly to this room? How? It made no sense to me at all.
While my mind worked on these endless questions, I tried my best to track his location based on his steps. To me, it sounded as if he'd approached from just to the left of the armoire. Had he been trying to confirm where I was? Or did he have a different agenda?
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