A video was paused on the screen.

The face on the video was Abigail’s.

She looked younger, her hair still dark.

I stepped closer, my fingers trembling as I reached for the trackpad.

I clicked play.

The sound of her voice filled the small room, clear and steady.

“If you are watching this, Alana, then the trap has worked,” she said.

“But the hardest part is about to begin.”

I stared at the screen, my breath catching in my throat as she began to speak.

The camera panned slightly, revealing the background of the video.

It was the very room we were standing in.

But there was something else in the corner of the frame.

Something that made my blood run cold.

The shadow of a man standing near the door, holding a key.

I turned around slowly, my heart in my mouth.

The lock on the front door turned with a heavy, metallic click.

Someone was standing on the other side.

The handle began to move downward.

I held my breath, waiting.

The door began to slide open.

A thin sliver of the dark night appeared.