Lucas notices it too.
His eyes narrow immediately, then a slow look of realization crosses his face.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
The flashlight lifts higher.
“You people are genuinely insane.”
I sigh dramatically.
“You’re just figuring that out?”
The mask straightens again.
Trying very hard to regain whatever mysterious serial-killer dignity they apparently think they still have.
The distorted voice crackles again.
“Careful.”
“Wouldn’t wanna threaten the wrong person.”
I snort.
“Oh my God.”
“You’ve officially lost scary privileges.”
The mask tilts.
Like he finds that offensive.
“You seemed scared a minute ago.”
The mask shifts slightly.
Slow.
“Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t wander dark hallways by yourself.”
“Could run into trouble.”
God.
The storm fla
