In the hall closet door, she slipped off her shoes and breathed a sigh of relief as her bare feet splayed out flat on the plush carpet.
Hayst," she moaned. Getting out of those tight shoes was almost a better release than s*x.
On her tiptoes, she moved towards the doorway, under the stairs that led to the basement. From the main door, she hadn't been able to see the amber light down there because there was a turn in the stairwell that obscured it. With one hand on the wall to guide her.
She started walking down, moving carefully to sneak up on them. Each step amplified the sounds from the basement, the thudding beat resolved itself into cheesy music. Anne knew it was The XX-Intro.
Next is the loud, powerful strumming of an electric guitar, accompanied by the rhythmic scratching of the
