"Hello, my dear auntie...", said the voice that shocked Mrs. Feroil.
Meanwhile at Jm's house, he stood in front of the door, silent and doubtful. He was frozen in time, unmoving, until he heard hurried footsteps, coming from behind the door.
He recoiled in shock but got his bearings together and made a run for it. He ran silently, or more like, sprinted silently in his own house. His grandparents were out today so they'll be unharmed, but him, he isn't sure.
He reached the end on another hallways upstairs then hastily turned to a corner. He quickly scanned the room and saw the closed window.
He used to slip from that since Elementary school so he knew it was unlocked as always. He ran and slipped through it and ran outside the house.