Andy the Ex

On that note, we continued eating in a gloomy mood.

Hamood was still out there.

Danger wasn't over yet.

When we were done with dinner, Bobby and I offered to clean up, but Fatimah insisted that we were guests and refused to let us get near the kitchen.

Soon, it was time to sleep.

I took the first shift for the night, keeping a lookout for anything unusual.

Lit up a cigarette, puffed, and relaxed myself.

Then soft murmurs and rustling noises came out of Hazidah's room.

"You bitch, give me back my things."

I shook Bobby up.

"Sam, what the hell, I just went into deep sleep," Bobby grunted.

"Shh, listen."

He kept quiet and heard the same thing.

"Give it back to me! How can you be so shameless?"

The hairs on our arms stood.

It wasn't Hazidah's voice.

All this time on guard, no one had entered her bedroom.

We looked at each other.