Chapter 7

I saw cold sweat breaking out on David's forehead, sliding down his tense face.

What exactly did he hear?

I shot him a questioning look.

But he slowly shook his head. Then, his pupils narrowed all at once.

He shot away from the door as if he'd been shocked.

He stumbled back a few steps, slamming into the table with a dull thud.

He stared at the door in terror, his face contorted with a kind of fear I'd never seen on him before.

Just then, an elderly, familiar voice drifted in from outside the door.

It was light, almost…