Abby’s POV
The cold hand leaves my cheek and I swing around wildly in the darkness, my gun pointed out in front of me.
“Who’s there?!” I demand, my breath quickening as my heart picks up speed.
There is complete silence in the room, but for some strange reason, I know for a fact that I am not alone. The owner of the cold hand is still lurking around in the darkness.
“Show yourself!” I call out again, taking a few steps forwards into the abyss.
Suddenly, I feel the barrel of my gun press against something hard. I place my finger on the trigger.
“Get down on your knees. Now.” I order, keeping my voice as calm and as steady as possible.
His laugh then permeates the eerie silence.
“That’s strange… I figured I’d be the one saying that to you tonight.”
I swallow hard, narrowing
