( Matthew's Point of View)
The dark didn't seem empty.
It seemed like someone was watching.
I stood still, my muscles tense, and my hand tightly around Esther's. Her fingers were cold, but they didn't move away. That alone kept me calm. The red light near the ceiling blinked again, slowly and calmly, as if it were breathing.
I said again, "They're in this house," but this time I was more quiet
Esther took a deep breath. I could tell by the way her throat moved against the air. "I know."
Elliot moved behind us. I couldn't see him well, but I could hear his shoes softly scraping the floor.
Esther whispered, "That voice." "You heard it too."
I said, "Yes." "And I never forget voices."
The lights stayed off.
No footsteps. No alarms.
Nothing but silence.
The kind of quiet that shows
