Like something’s not quite right, but he doesn’t know what, exactly. When was she texting me? The time now reads 7:13. “What?” he mutters, confusion lacing his voice. He presses the button as he closes the door and heads toward the front door of the house, his sister following behind.Ģ missed calls and 12 unread messages from Emily. He runs his hand through his hair in slight confusion and relief, before reaching back in the car and grabbing his phone out from one of the little slots beside the cup holder. What has gotten into you? You haven’t said a word.” No sound leaves her mouth, as she unbuckles, opens the door, and steps out of the car. He looks back, and she’s still sitting there, un-moving. Eventually, they pull up in the driveway and he stops the car, unbuckling and opening his door. He lets out a shaky sigh, before reaching and turning the radio on to put some music in the car and distract him from the situation. He looks back again when he hears an odd sound come from her mouth, and sees her licking her lips. “Are… you alright, Em?” She doesn’t reply. Is she okay?īut an uncomfortable knot forms in his stomach when he glances in the rear-view mirror and sees her staring at him- or, more specifically, the side of his… neck?- with what looks like hunger in her eyes. It weirds him out, and he grows slightly concerned. He had tried making conversation with her “How’d it go at Julia’s?” “Did you have fun?” “Has her rabbit gotten better?” but everything he said was met with silence. He was thankful he didn’t have to get out of the car and knock on the door, as she was already standing out in the yard, waiting for him. The time is currently 6:36, and he just picked up Emily from her friend Julia’s house. What confuses him is why his sister is being so silent as she sits in the backseat. He needs to go through the woods to get to his destination. He turns the steering wheel in different directions, taking different roads when he needs to. Advertisements Estimated reading time - 3 minutes