“Hello?” she called out softly. “Is someone there?”
The scratching stopped.
For a moment, there was only silence—thick, suffocating silence.
Then, a slow knock. Once. Twice. Three times.
Emma swallowed. “This isn’t funny. Who is it?”
A voice answered, barely above a whisper.
“Emma… let me in.”
Her blood ran cold. “How do you know my name?”
A pause.