Abby
The mansion feels so much bigger and emptier now that my friends are gone. For the few days that they were here, everything felt so lively and maybe even a little chaotic. Now, though, it’s as if my own heartbeat is echoing off of these walls.
Normally, I wouldn’t mind; I did live here for years, after all. I did design the interior of this home. It should be comforting. But it’s different now.
I feel so cooped up here. I can’t leave without Karl or someone else by my side, as per Officer Martinez’s instructions. And with each night that passes, I find myself peering nervously out the windows, wondering if the strange black car is still out there.
Of course it isn’t, though. I haven’t seen it since the night that I found Karl drunk in his office. But I still feel like I’m being wa
