Chapter 3
They returned to the lounge room. Charlie had always felt more comfortable there. It was the centre of the house, as far as he was concerned.
“We could tidy up. The place is all dirty and dusty.”
He ran the tip of his finger through the dust on the coffee table, leaving a faint line in its wake.
“Maybe not,” he said, realising that any cleaning would be a wasted effort.
Suddenly, he thought he heard a noise. It was difficult to tell over the screaming winds and driving rain outside.
“Do you hear that?” He c****d an ear. “I think there’s someone at the door.”
“Are you sure?” asked Ellis. “I can’t hear anything. I’m surprised anyone can hear anything over the racket out there.”
Charlie moved towards the door. He glanced over his shoulder at Ellis, following close behind. “W
