5
It was Tuesday morning. Jessie’s car was already in her parking spot when I pulled in. The lift made me nervous. I took the stairs now whenever I could, but I was too tired to walk up all those flights. Sleep was a luxury I hadn’t enjoyed lately.
The lift doors opened slowly. There he was, leaning against the wood-panelled wall. I tried to move away from the door. His claw-like fingers bit into my wrists and pulled me in. I think I screamed. I must have done.
He stood behind me, his arm around my neck. I gripped his arm, tried to pull it away.
“Did you miss me?” he asked as he held my wrist in his vice-like grip. He slashed it open with his claws. Blood splattered the walls.
The doors opened, and I hit the floor.
“Sarah,” Jessie called me. “What’s wrong honey?”
“Oh, my God, sweet
