Chapter 3
Mary
“Somebody’s here, Brandon. I’m scared,” I whisper into the phone.
“I know you are. Where are you?”
“Under my bed.”
“Just stay there and don’t move. Stay calm.” The breath he blows out is audible. He’s trying to be strong, but his voice trembles with as much fear as mine. “I called my dad. He and the cops are on the way.”
“Okay.” I attempt to cry quietly, not wanting the sobs to alert the stranger in my house to my presence. I’m in my sleep shorts and a tank top, hidden under my bed on the second level. Staring at the slit beneath my comforter and the floor, I’m waiting. The only light is coming from a dim lamp on my nightstand. Since I’m home alone, I didn’t lock my door for the night because I had just gotten out of the shower.
“What’s going on now?”
“More glass bre
