Spotting the terror in Becca's eyes, I follow her gaze to the front door. Michael still bars our way, his expression morphing from serious to one of sick delight. My stomach churns as I realize he's feeding off our fear.
Agatha gestures towards us, sending her monstrous lackey our way. His towering figure moves towards me, a predator stalking its prey. His sheer size alone is intimidating, making me feel insignificant and helpless in comparison. As the man who helped Agatha murder my mother looms over me, I'm overwhelmed by a sense of despair. Becca's whimpering grows louder behind me, but I stand my ground, refusing to give Michael the satisfaction of seeing my fear.
Suddenly, Michael shoves me aside like a mere annoyance, and I barely avoid smashing into the banister. As I scramble bac
