The SHWZSHWZSWHZ sound of the modem finally broke through her panic. The modem sounds were all that she could hear because the computer modem had been dialed in on the phone line the whole time!
Feeling defeated, Samantha dropped the useless phone receiver. It smashed into the night stand before it hit the floor. Samantha tried to catch her breath. She couldn't figure out why she felt winded.
She touched her neck. The blood trickled between her fingers. She looked at her bloody hand. The disturbing sight gave her the strength she needed. She knew she had to get out of there. Unfortunately, the only way was through the crazed killer rather than around him.
Samantha was aware that he had been watching her, studying her, really, this whole time. Standing in his spot several feet
