Getting Comfortable

Leah ran a hand through her damp hair as she walked over to the massive bed. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the dark silk sheets before sighing and climbing in.

The mattress was ridiculously soft, almost too comfortable, like it was meant to lull her into staying longer than she planned. She pulled the covers up, sinking into the warmth, but the unease in her chest still lingered.

Her eyes wandered to the dimly lit room the flickering fire, the heavy curtains blocking out the world beyond, the ornate furniture that looked centuries old. Everything about this place screamed trapped.

She shook off the thought and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. No signal.

Figures.

Leah groaned, tossing it aside before sinking deeper into the pillows. One night. Just one night. Then she'd be out of here, away from this weird, unsettling mansion and the cryptic man who owned it.

She closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep. But even as exhaustion weighed on her, she couldn't ignore the creeping feeling at the back of her mind.

Like she wasn't as alone as she thought.