What if whoever opened that window is still inside?
Just as she had that thought, she heard faint shuffling.
The sound came from the hallway.
A soft, dragging shuffle...too gentle to be wind, if she wasn't listening she would have even registered it. Something that sounded like a foot adjusting weight. A floorboard complaining quietly.
Her entire body snapped cold.
Someone was indeed in the house.
Not maybe.
Not possibly.
Someone was inside.
Her breath stuttered. Her phone, which was in her hand, nearly slipped from her damp fingers. Her palms had began to sweat.
The footsteps came again. A little heavier this time. A little closer.
This time, every possibility that she might be imaging it, that she was just hearing things, flew out her already opened window. And that meant she
