Rowena’s POV. 12.
Uninvited Guest.
It was late. Quiet.
I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped over my damp hair, skin still warm from the shower. The house was silent, almost too silent. Cindy was supposed to be in the guest room, but I hadn't heard her for a while.
I walked into the kitchen slowly, rubbing the towel against my hair, my feet bare on the cold floor. The soft hum of the fridge was the only sound.
I reached for the bottle of water on the counter, twisted the cap, and took a long sip.
Then—
A sudden creak.
Loud. Sharp.
My hand froze mid-air.
That wasn't the fridge.
I slowly turned, listening again. My heart began to race.
Another creak. Then silence.
“Cindy?” I called, trying to keep my voice steady. “Is that you?”
No reply.
I swallowed hard and backed t
