Chapter Eleven
Aileen slumped on the door in front of her closet. What an i***t she had been!
Hadn’t Aileen always vowed to trust herself? So when the keys weren’t in their place, twice, she should have been suspicious. Besides—
Aileen gasped again. What had happened to the lights? She was cast in pitch darkness.
Aileen held her thoughts on a leash, calmed her mind and perked up her ears: everything was absolutely quiet. Noiselessly, she held the phone’s torch in her hand and tiptoed to her room’s door.
Her boots made muffled sounds on the carpeted floor, then an old plank creaked. It sounded loud in the hush of the night.
There was no other sound, no shouting to indicate the lights had abruptly gone off.
Squaring her shoulders, Aileen walked down the stairs.
A door at the far end
