C49 Alone

A door opened somewhere. It was one of those classic cliche door opening noises in horror movies. The same groaning squeak, the same sluggish movement and most of all, the anonymity of its source. And then there was absolute silence.

I kept looking into Liza’s eyes who looked at me the same but it wasn’t the Liza I knew at all. The dark, soulless eyes looked at me unflinchingly