#Chapter 363: The Back Window

Karl The sound of my phone ringing abruptly in the silence night causes me to jump with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. I don’t even give it the chance to ring for a second before I’m lunging over to the table and pressing the phone to my ear. “Hello?” The silence on the other end really only stretches on for a few milliseconds, but it feels like a thousand years. I feel as if my heart is pounding so hard in my chest that Abby on the other end can hear it through the phone. Except it’s not Abby. “Karl?” John’s voice crackles through, sounding hoarse and low—as if he’s whispering for some reason. I furrow my brow as recognition washes over me at the sound of his voice. “John,” I say. “I wasn’t expecting you to call.” “And I wasn’t expecting to have to call,” John replies quietly. “But Karl, something’s wrong.” I sit up instantly at his words. My mind begins to flood with horrific images, images that I have to physically shake my head in order to dispel