The footsteps grew louder, closer, moving from the third floor to the second.
A chill ran down my spine, and I felt the sweat break out on my back.
Could a dead person walk?
“Who-who’s there?” Sam shrieked, his voice breaking from fear.
Casey’s grip on me tightened, her body shaking. Evelyn said nothing, but I could feel her cold hand gripping my arm. Everyone was terrified.
The air felt colder, and the tension in the room was suffocating.
Then, without warning, Mike stood up, grabbing a baseball bat from the corner.
“Damn it! Who’s trying to freak us out? I’m not playing around!” he shouted and stormed upstairs.
None of us dared move for a long moment.
Finally, Evelyn seemed to gather her courage. “I’ll go check it out.”
“I-I’ll come too,” I stammered, grabbing her hand.
We started toward the stairs, but as I tried to stand, my legs buckled, and I fell hard to the floor.
Evelyn helped me up, and we made our way upstairs.
But when we reached the second floor, there was no sign of Mike.
That’s when Evelyn cursed under her breath and dashed toward the rooftop.
Sure enough, we found Mike there, standing over Zoe’s body.