Impossible! How could this happen?!
Wes stared at the empty living room, hastily darting into the bathroom before quickly checking both bedrooms.
Not a soul was to be found, and the main door remained firmly shut. Where did the person go?
"Thud… Thud… Thud…"
At that moment, the footsteps sounded once more.
Discerning the direction of the noise, Wes rushed upstairs.
Yet, what met him were not the rafters of the house, but Daniel and the others.
Wes's face darkened immensely, his already demonic visage becoming even more horrifying.
"What's happening?"
"How could this be, the footsteps were clearly there."
Wes's frantic demeanor allowed Daniel to instantly grasp the situation.
He had been lured downstairs by the footsteps, only to be drawn back up by their steps.
It was a repetition of the scene from the crossroads the previous night.
"Wes, calm down!" Daniel commanded sternly.
