Chapter 5Craig and I left the bedroom, tiptoeing our way into a hallway. The house was silent, sparsely and coldly decorated, most of the furnishings familiar yet still different from what we were accustomed to. There was little color, no warmth to anything, no real signs of, you know, life.
Still, the tour needed to be a short one. If anyone was home, namely a parental unit, we thought it best that they didn’t find us there in clothes that didn’t belong to us, with a watch on my wrist and a wallet in my slacks that also didn’t belong to us.
In other words, we were standing by a wall a moment later, desperately looking for a door. Thankfully, one slid open before I could even reach for a nonexistent knob. I jumped as it did this, and jumped even higher once we were confronted with the ou
