“Bill’s not here,” Jeremy said, unnecessarily. Glass and wood crunched beneath their sneakers.
“And he left in a hurry,” Erica added. “God, what has he gotten into this time?”
“You didn’t hear him on the phone,” Jeremy said, shivering. “He sounded scared. Like pissing-his-pants scared.”
Erica ran a hand along the jagged cuts in the wall. “What do you think happened?”
“Doesn’t matter. We need to find him. He can’t have gone far in an hour.”
They left. Below their feet, in the shattered mirror, Bill’s desperate struggles faded as the shadows gathered and pulled him into the silvery depths.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment