“Who’s there?” The voice sounded old, male, and…frightened.
“Please,” Miranda shouted into the intercom, her voice rising with hysteria. “You’ve got to let me in, sir. I’m in a lot of trouble.” Miranda saw Dwight coming across the street, only steps away from the apartment house door. “Please…someone’s trying to kill me!” Miranda shrieked.
There was a pause and Dwight reached for the doorknob, the grin of the hunter finding his quarry on his face.
The buzzer sounded in the tile-floored vestibule, echoing off its harsh surfaces. Miranda screamed at the sound of it, uncertain how she should react for a moment.
Then she grabbed the handle of the inner door and shoved through just as Dwight opened the outer door. She turned to look at him just as the inner door slammed shut behind her.
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