She heard faint voices floating up from downstairs: “…come again next…” He was sending them home. She heard a distant, final thump and realized it was the front door closing. She was in the house alone. With James Harris. Everything was silent for a few minutes and then, from right beneath the trapdoor, a singsong voice drifted up. “Patricia,” James Harris sang. “I know you’re in here.” She froze. He was going to come up. She wanted to scream but caught it before it could slip out between her lips.
SCREAMING!!
