THE TRUTH
BETH
As we pull up to my townhouse, John's heart is still beating through his chest. I know that because he won't stop telling me... I just hope after I explain what happened tonight, he doesn't have a heart attack.
We walk up to my house — from the outside, it looks like any townhouse you'd see in the city. A row of five homes lined together, all sharing a wall with the next, on a relatively quiet street for Chicago — you know the type. However, this one is a bit different.
We walk in the door and John's eyes widen. The townhouse is not just one unit. In fact, it's all five.
All but one door is spelled shut, so there is only one-way in. However, there is a second way out, but that is only for me to know. I built this place over the years to fit my recluse lifestyle — not to
