Everything looked arranged and untouched.
Neither Dorothy nor Alex was anywhere to be found.
« Dorothy? » I called again.
Then I heard it.
A faint knocking sound coming from the basement.
My blood ran cold, and I rushed down the stairs.
The knocking came again as I reached 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 would not turn.
« I’m here, » I said. « Step away from the door. »
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