I Didn’t Think Much of the Young Man Visiting My Elderly Neighbor—Until I Walked Inside and Saw This

sound, coming from somewhere below me. My blood went cold and I bolted for the basement stairs. The knocking came again just as I hit the bottom step.

“Dorothy?” I shouted.

A weak voice answered from behind the storage room door. “Greta?”

I rushed across the basement and grabbed the handle. It wouldn’t turn. “I’m here,” I said. “Step away from the door.continue reading …