Run Or Be The Next To Die

Synopsis

At one in the morning, my husband, David Stone, suddenly shoved me off the bed. Before I could even react, he was already at the closet, yanking clothes out in a panic. "Get out of here! Don't ask questions and don't look back!" His voice was raw with fear, a tone I'd never heard from him before. We drove all night to the next city. David didn't say a single word but just gripped the steering wheel like his life depended on it. The next morning, I turned on my phone to check the news, and I froze in shock. What happened in our building last night? The headline was stark: [Two families missing, whereabouts unknown. No survivors among the other residents.] With shaking hands, I tapped on the video. Police were coming and going in our hallway. I turned to David. He was staring at his phone, his eyes hollow, almost frightening. "Did you... Did you know what was going to happen?" My voice was shaking.