CHAPTER 21
I awake with a start in pitch blackness.
Where am I? In the car? No, I’m laying down, and the fabric beneath me is too soft.
I push myself to seated. A bed, I’m in a bed. How did I get here? Where is… here? Am I…
My mouth goes dry before I register the issue, but then I hear it: the hissing of breath from the corner. I feel it in the fine hairs on the back of my neck, the hidden place in my ribs that drags the panic into my veins. I peer into the darkness, but I can’t make out anything but amorphous shapes in the shadows. Something big that might be a dresser. But dressers don’t breathe. And… did it just move?
In my head—this has to be in my head. Another mirror hulking in the corner. Is there another bat I can use to smash it to smithereens? I almost laugh at the absurdity
