Chapter 4

At the three-minute mark, she arbitrarily decided she’d waited long enough. She stopped the recorder, put in her earbuds, and pressed play.

The sound of her own breathing was much louder now that it was piping into her ears. She started to turn down the volume, but then froze as she heard a faint sound underneath those heavy breaths. It was a light squeak—a footstep on a floorboard somewhere in the house.

She turned the volume up and listened harder, trying to determine where the sound was coming from. It was too far away to be the living room or the room next to it, and both the kitchen and the bathroom had linoleum floors. Though maybe there was wood underneath?