Chapter 55: Our Uncontrollable Connection

Theron is glaring at me like I've completely lost my mind. He's putting on a black t-shirt with black pants, his hands placed in his pockets.

"Look, I didn't know what it was!" I exclaim and tell him for the umpteenth time today. But just like the rest of the day, he's face is morphed in a frown.

He slowly walks over to the window to inspect it again and my eyes follow his movement. His hand grips the now damaged window sill and he pulls it off from the hold.

We've checked the camera footage but found nothing. It was as though all I saw was an illusion but I know it isn't, I saw a creature at the window even though it was gone in a flash.

"I don't doubt you one bit, but how is it that there's nothing captured? Something is missing." He says and I nod in affirmation.

Something is definitely amiss and for now, we can't quite place our hands on it.