Sharon’s Note: Make sure you vote to influence what Lizzie does next! Warning: There is something in the dark that isn’t there in the light.
Phone clutched to my chest, I crept down the stairs. I feel each step on the way down with the tips of my toes, wary of the unfamiliar footing. The light grows as I reach the ground floor. The curtains over the downstairs windows are open. The moonlight is faint, but my eyes are so hungry to see that it seems positively bright.
Nothing looked out of place in the living room. No broken windows or fallen furniture. I snuck up to the closed kitchen door. There was the faintest chiming and a whisper so faint I couldn’t make out what was being said. I inched away from the door and hit the emergency call button on the phone. A woman’s voice that dripped boredom asked what my emergency was.
“My name is Elizabeth Rhys.” I whispered. “ I just moved into the duplex on Harker road. Someone broke in.”
“Lorena’s place?” The operator sounded less concerned and more confused.
I turned the volume of the phone down because she was not being quiet. “Yeah, I guess. Can you get someone out here, please?”
“Are you sure that there’s someone in there? Everyone knows better than to mess with Lorena.”
“I can hear them!” Actually, I couldn’t hear anything from the kitchen now. Whoever it was, they were probably listening as closely to me as I was to them. “I got to get out of here!”
“Yeah, that’s probably for the best.” The operator agreed. “Don’t just wander around town though. That could get you in trouble. Go next door to Lorena. She’ll take care of you. I’ll have one of the boys drop by and see how you’re doing as soon as they can, but they’re both busy tonight.”
“You mean no one is coming?” I hissed.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. Good luck, honey.” And the bitch hung up.
It was only then that I realized I was crouching alone in a house, unarmed, with an intruder in the next room. I started scampering towards the front door, not near as quiet as I should have been. I wasn’t even to the entrance hall when the kitchen door opened.
The figure that stepped out of the kitchen had to duck to get through the hallway. It wore no clothes but had rough, almost burned looking skin that glistened in the moonlight. I didn’t know what it was, but I turned to: