CHERYL POV
I decided to close my eyes for a bit but ended up dozing off, but that was until the noise of something crashing somewhere in the apartment jerked me awake.
"Gwen?" I called out. "Is that you?"
But the only answer I got was the sound of my voice echoing in the apartment.
Strange. But I was sure I heard the sound of something crashing down to the floor.
Swearing under my breath, I grabbed my towel off the rail and toweled myself dry before I swiped up my silk robe to wear.
"Gwen?" I called out again as I stepped into the sitting room.
"Hello, Cheryl," a sickeningly familiar voice said and my blood ran cold with ice.
I spun around, startled to find Mr. Creep perched on one end of a couch.
"Oh, Jason, hi," my brows furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
