Turning the TV down, he listened. After several minutes, there was nothing. Shaking his head, he figured he was just hearing things. Getting up, he moved towards the kitchen, grabbed a drink and started walking back when he heard the noise again. Frowning, he looked around, wondering where it was coming from. He walked to the front door, opened it and looked outside...nothing again. Sitting back down, ready to flick the TV back on, he heard a high-pitched scream coming from next door. Launching himself over his couch, he threw open his door and made a run for it towards Skylar’s. He kicked in her door and ran inside. “Skylar,” he yelled. He couldn’t see a damn thing. Why was her house pitch black inside. Flicking switches here and there, nothing turned on. He started looking in every room. Jesus, he couldn’t find her. He ripped open her bedroom door, but she wasn’t in there either. Where the hell was she?
