Amanda Stevens - The Sinner

“Show yourself,” I whispered.

I heard something then that reminded me of a mewling kitten. The sound was so soft and distant I couldn’t be sure I’d heard anything at all. I held myself perfectly still, listening to the silence of that bedroom. The house didn’t creak and moan as would be expected in such an old structure. To the contrary, the quiet seemed uncanny.

I’d had some experience with an entity that could scurry and scrabble through walls, but I didn’t think the sound had come from inside the house. Rather, the tinny, echoing quality made me think of a well or a tomb. Something deep underground. Something buried alive.

My heart pounded as I turned to the doorway where Angus hovered. He wouldn’t come inside the room and his reluctance, even more than the sound, sent a warning thrill down my spine. I might have succumbed to my earlier curiosity and thrown back the rug to search for bloodstains, but my cell phone rang just then and I left the room in relief to hurry down the hallway to answer.

A phone call in the middle of the night was never a good omen, but since I didn’t recognize the number, I expected it was just a misdial.

“Hello?”

Silence.

“Hello?” I said, a trifle impatiently.

Nothing. Not even so much as a hitched breath. But someone was there. Someone who knew that I was in the house alone.

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