He had got off three stops later, and turned into this little road, and walked to this strange, run-down house. Then disappeared.
Becca walked to the right of the back door and looked up at the upstairs window. She listened very carefully, She was sure she could hear voices, laughter. A man's voice. And then another man's voice. Yes, it was definitely deeper than the first. Was she mistaken? Surely the voices were coming from next door. There was no way for anyone to have gone into this place through that back door.
She walked back to the door, just to check, and her legs turned to jelly. The door was open.
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