“Enough to be afraid.”
Before I could ask another question, the lights in the room flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then went out.
The hospital fell into darkness.
Somewhere down the corridor, an alarm began screaming.
Ben grabbed my hand.
“Stay with me.”
We moved toward the door.
Then we heard footsteps.
Slow.
Measured.
Coming toward us.
Ben pushed me behind him.
The footsteps stopped outside.
Someone tried the handle.
Ben held the door shut.
A piece of paper slid underneath.
The footsteps disappeared.
Neither of us moved.
Finally, Ben bent down and picked up the paper.
He unfolded it.
His face changed.
“What?”
He handed it to me.
There were only four words.
You should have told her.
My blood ran cold.
“Who wrote this?”
Ben didn’t answer.
Then the emergency lights came on.
