Chapter 9: A Manic LaughterThe floorboards creaked under Josh’s feet as he came up the stairs and neared the bathroom. The dark loomed ominously over him—or maybe he was going crazy after all. He would go in there and pretend to use the facilities in case Jett was spying on him. One slow step after the other. His heart was throbbing in his throat as he tried to resist the urge to swallow. Jett had gone to bed a couple of hours earlier, but Josh didn’t dare believe he was sleeping.
His skin prickled as he pressed down the door handle. Sam was slumbering in his room. He could go in there, pick him up, and run for the door. The car key was in the hall. He’d checked—more than once.
Slowly, he opened the bathroom door. The eerie silence was far worse than any sound would’ve been. Josh’s pulse
