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'What's he doing?' Kara whispered. |
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Denise supposed that was possible. Since discovering that Tom had gotten loose, she and Kara hadn't seen or heard anything to suggest that he remained in the house. He might've gone straight out the front door. |
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Or he might be waiting for them just beyond the dining room entry. |
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'Your dad said we could lock ourselves in the bathroom,' Denise whispered. |
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'We can if Tom left the house.' |
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'I don't like waiting here,' Denise said, watching from the kitchen doorway. 'I know we'd be able to see him coming, but we've got no door at all. He can get right at us. If we could just make it into the bathroom . . .' |
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Kara shook her head. 'He'd get us.' |
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'Maybe not. Not if it's dark.' |
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A look of alarm filled the girl's eyes. 'Oh, I don't think I like that idea. Not even one little bit. He might just sneak right up on us.' |
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'I know it'd be scary, Kara. But it'd be just like we're invisible. If we don't make a sound, we might be able to creep right past him, and he'd never even know we were there. Do you know where the fuse box is?' |
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