I sit straight up in bed, my jaw going slack, staring at the closet where the phone rings again.
Victor turns his head towards me. “What is that?” He asks, blinking sleepily.
“Nothing,” I say hurriedly, pulling my feet out of the blankets and rushing to put them on the floor. “Go back to sleep.”
Victor sits up in the bed, laughing. “Is that a phone? In your closet?”
I don’t answer and instead dash to the door, reaching for the handle, grabbing it, twisting –
I pull, but the door won’t open.
What?
I pull again, hard, jiggling it, but the door won’t budge.
What the hell? Is it locked?
I hear Victor’s laughter die off as he takes in my frenzy. There’s a pause, and then I hear him speak. “Evelyn? What’s going on?”
Ring Ring.
The phone keeps buzzing.
I pull on the door with all
