Chapter 12
Something banged against the French doors that lined the wall to the right side of the bed. Chris sat up and stared at them for a few breaths before he went over and opened the blinds, revealing a man wearing the old man mask who stood opposite him. Chris stared into the dark holes of the mask and tried to call for James, but only a whisper escaped his lips. The man placed his hand on the glass at Chris’s throat as the dark eyes of the mask began to glow a fiery red.
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Chris’s body jerked as his eyes flew open. His heart pounded against his chest as he took three deep breaths and then looked at the doors. The blinds were closed, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone stood on the other side of them. It had only been a dream…or so he wanted to believe.
He looked
