A moment later, the knob began to rattle as the figure outside attempted to open the door. Another light overlooking the walkway was triggered, casting the figure’s shadow across the garage floor. I watched the shadow lift both hands to its face, using them like blinders to block out the light as they scanned the garage. After what felt like hours, the shadow finally retracted as the large silhouette moved away from the window.
By this point, my heart was playing a speed-metal drum solo against my chest. I didn’t want to move but I had to do something. What, though?
Call the cops, dumbass!
That’s what characters in badly-written horror movies always seemed to forget they could do and now here I was doing the same thing. Stupid life imitating stupid art. I patted each of my pockets, hoping to feel my cell in one of them but I didn’t. Why hadn’t I grabbed my phone before I came down here?
Because you were half-awake and obviously an idiot.
I was about to risk it and bolt back upstairs when I suddenly heard whispering from just outside the door.