Another sound from below echoed up through the staircase.
Greg was just about to drag Molly back up the stairs to face whatever might be there when he heard a familiar voice in the distance.
For a moment, he could not be sure, and reasoned that it might be the result of his imagination playing tricks on his. But he stayed where he was and c****d his head to one side in an effort to hear more clearly.
After a while, he heard it again. There was no doubt this time, it was Darren.
Greg leaned over the banister once more and waited until he could hear the distinct sound of footsteps on the stairs. Once he had, he called down, keeping his voice low, but loud enough to be heard.
“Greg, is that you?” Darren shouted back, seemingly oblivious to any kind of danger which might be lurking in the
