A pair of
headlights flashed across the window. Maybe Ben was arriving.
No, they
went on by. She finished the plate and started on a pan.
And in the
reflection she saw Adam. His hand was still on the cabinet, but both feet were off
the floor.
Megan spun
around holding the pan like a weapon.
“What!?
How?!”
Adam’s
entire body was arched between ceiling and wall.
And he
moved. Like a spider. Across the ceiling.
Megan ran
out and into the dining room. She sprinted to the front entry and lunged at the
door. She got the deadbolt turned, but Adam’s hand reached out from above and
pushed against the top of the door. His legs were splayed between the walls of
the tiny foyer, blocking her retreat.
Megan shrank
to the floor.
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