I step into the house.
No couch. No table. No paintings. No TV. No boxes.
Just an empty house.
Nothing like I left it before.
What is even more strange about it is the eerie silence.
"Anyone home?"
Silence…
"Ethan?"
Dead silence…
I really have a bad feeling about this. My gut is screaming at me to RUN! But I don't! Instead, I keep walking into his house, looking for him tirelessly.
The kitchen door swings open.
I freeze.
I tiptoe towards the direction and finally get to the kitchen. On the surface of the counter is blood stains and a bloody knife.
There is no one in the kitchen. No sign of Ethan but the knife is enough to make me turn back around and run for my life!
But the door is suddenly slammed.
My heart slams against my chest, tension screaming along ev
