Yvette was so nervous that her legs went limp. The only weapon she had was the flashlight in her hand.
With a click, the door was pushed open.
Yvette looked around the room. There was no furniture here, so there was no place to hide.
She could only hide behind the bedroom door and raise the flashlight high.
Very light footsteps came outside the door. It was infinitely magnified in this silent night. Every time that person took a step, Yvette's heart would skip a beat, and even her hands would tremble slightly.
She prayed the person outside might just be looking for money. When that person saw no one was living here, he might give up.
But her pray did not come true. She heard the doors next to her open one by one.
Finally, the terrifying footsteps came to the door of her bedroom.
