PROFESSOR LOGAN FLEW UP THE STAIRS, taking them two at a time. I ran after him as fast I could, wondering why my workout schedule didn’t include running up and down stairs, and why a professor was in better shape than I was.
Sounds resonated from upstairs, mumbled voices, and my heart rate slightly slowed down—if something truly horrible had happened, I doubt they would’ve stopped screaming already.
We rounded the corner and Professor Logan stopped dead in his tracks. I halted too, my heels scraping on the wooden floor. The others had gathered at the end of the hallway, outside the girls’ bedroom. They were peeking inside the room, their faces pale and haggard, like ghosts.
Fresh panic grabbed ahold of me and I pushed forward, past them, and glanced inside the room as well. Shoving Greg
