MIGUEL'S MANSION
Elizabeth returned home from work, her mind made up to sleep at home tonight. She didn't want to make it a habit to sleep at Laura’s house until Miguel returned. She needed the familiarity of her own space.
The weight of the day rolled off her shoulders as she took a long, warm bath. Wrapped in her soft towel, she shuffled to her closet, selecting her favorite little nightie—simple, comfortable, just what she needed. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her she needed to eat.
"Alright Elizabeth, let's go see what we have in the kitchen," she said to herself.
Descending the staircase, she stopped mid-step, her ears pricking at the faintest sound. Footsteps? She shook her head in disbelief as her heart skipped.
“Who’s there?” she called out hesitantly, her voice breaking
