chapter 82

“Sounds? What kind of sounds?” Quincy asked, and her eyes seemed to fix into blank space, trying to explain.

“Scraping sounds. Sometimes it feels like it's underneath my floor. Like there's a room underneath, and someone is just running something long and sharp over the ceiling which is the floor of my room. Also, I realized some things are not always the way I left them. Today, a knife was missing from the cabinet, and I was so scared that I could not even cook in the kitchen. When I went back this evening, the knife was on the countertop, and I never placed it there. There's also the case of the lights. I turn all the lights in the house off before going to sleep, but when I wake in the middle of the night, some of the lights are on, or is that you?”

Quincy looked around, “I don't roam around the house at night, and when I do, I rarely turn the lights on. I know my way around the house fairly well.”

Her voice shook, “Then who…? Could there be someone in the house like I think? Don'