Chapter 8

Later that evening, it was just after eight-thirty, and I was laying on my bed staring mindlessly at my TV, watching but not taking anything in. I vaguely hear the rumble of the rolling thunder and the flash of lightning, but my mind is running amuck. My phone rings, startling me from my thoughts. I pick it up, and when I see ‘Tinks calling’ flashing across the screen, I answer it. “Tinks?”

“Dev,” She whispers, her voice quivers. Her tone made me sit upright. She sounded scared.

“You okay? What’s wrong?”

“Dev, I’m alone at home, and I think someone is in the house.” She whispers fretfully. I jump up to my feet and rush over to my window.

“Tinks, what do you mean you’re alone? Wheres Ayla? It’s probably just her?”

“It’s not. My parents have gone away for the night to celebrate their anniversary, and Ayla was supposed to come back, but she’s spending the night with her boyfriend because of the storm. Dev, I’m scared,”

“I’m coming. Is the key still under the birdcage?” I ask in a hurry