YOUR SISTER TOLD YOU TO HIDE IN THE ATTIC AND NOT TELL YOUR HUSBAND—THEN YOU FOUND THE PASSPORTS UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS

HOUSE.

Relief hits so hard it almost hurts.

Then—

A new voice below.

“She’s not up there, is she?”

The stranger.

Caleb doesn’t answer.

The stranger swears. “She’s in the walls.”

You freeze.

A panel behind you bursts open.

Light floods the crawlspace.

They’ve found it.

You crawl like something stripped of everything human.

No silence. No dignity. No thought except continue reading …