I whispered as Alex clicked the flashlight off. Darkness. “I’m not sure.” He took my hand, his skin zapping with a static flow. “Be as quiet as possible.” We tiptoed like elves down the hall toward the stairway, but turned right back around when we heard his voice drifting up the stairs. Stephan. Alex led me into a room and softly clicked the door shut. Then he flipped the flashlight back on. It was his room, I could tell that right away, by all the guy stuff scattered everywhere. “What are we going to do?” I whispered, my heart knocking into my chest. He put his finger up to his lips as he walked over to a rug on the floor. “Are you kidding me?” I shook as he flipped over the rug. Just like I guessed, underneath the rug a square was cut into the hardwood floor. “What is it with you guys and trapdoors?” “Have you seen the life we live,” Alex told me. “Trapdoors are a must.” He raised the trapdoor open and shined the light down into the hole. I was astonished by how small it was inside.
