“Robyn, what are you doing? We should be asleep, you know,” he says when he saw his sister walking out of their room, still wearing her white nightdress.
She was peeking outside their door, which made him frown, forcing him to get out of bed.
“Hush, don’t make a noise.” She shushed him, before leaning closer to the doorway with her ear facing it.
“Why, what’s wrong?” He whispered.
His heart started beating fast, seeing the serious look on her sister’s face, listening to whatever was outside. He began shivering when he remembered they were the only ones at home. Feeling that intense tension inside his gut because it was up to him to keep his sibling safe.
“I heard something downstairs,” she says back in a low voice.
All the hair on his body stood up, suddenly having an immense coldnes
