She curved her head in both directions, settling her black eyes on him. She held the stare for what seemed an eternity, then beckoned him over with an insistent finger. He hesitated, hypnotised, before slowly sauntering towards her. By the time he’d reached the door, left agape, she was nowhere to be seen. Unsure what this meant, he knocked.
‘Hello, do you want me?’ he called.
No answer.
He took a few tentative steps into the lavish décor. The lights were out except for the two bedside lamps. One of the windows was half-open, the curtains rippling in the ensuing draught.
‘Hello – Miss Lee?’
‘Can you help me?’
She’d asked him a question. He still couldn’t see her or where her voice had come from. Perhaps she was a ventriloquist.
‘Where are you?’
‘In the bathroom.’
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