Her knees felt weak as she backed toward the door, grabbing her phone with shaking hands. She called Sabrina immediately. “Sabrina? I— I’m so sorry, I didn’t see your message. I came in and—someone’s upstairs.” There was a small pause on the line. Not panic. Not alarm. Just… stillness. Then Sabrina laughed gently, too gently.
“Oh, Kayla. This house makes noises all the time. You must’ve just gotten spooked.” She remarked. “No,” Kayla insisted, voice cracking. “These weren’t noises. Someone ran across the floor.” Sabrina paused, then said, “Well… you weren’t supposed to be there today anyway. I told you I had Tommy with me.” Kayla blinked. That was the concern? Her being there?