Trapped in Whittier by Michael W. Layne

Author:Michael W. Layne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: suspense, spirits, thriller suspense, ghost, insanity, novella, suspense thriller, alaska, insane, quick read, page turner, mentalism, thriller and suspense paranormal, suspense action, thrill ride, mentalist, ghost action, spirits and ghosts, whittier
Publisher: Michael W. Layne

Chapter 9

IT SOUNDED LIKE fingernails scratching against the doorknob, as if whoever was outside Christina’s apartment didn’t understand how to turn the knob properly. Trent heard the shuffling of bare feet and saw shadows appear under the door. Soon those shadows were joined by others, and the light seeping in from the hallway was completely blocked.

Next came the stench. Even this far away, he could smell rancid fish and the body odor from the crowd gathering outside the door.

Someone finally tried to turn the doorknob that Trent had thankfully locked. Then the door creaked as one of them pushed against it. Next there were several loud booms as the crowd outside pounded against the door, trying to break it down. Trent’s idea of quietly passing the time until sunrise evaporated. He needed a new plan, but he was twelve stories up from where he needed to be, with nowhere to go but out the window or into the hallway.

He hurried into Christina’s bedroom and looked under her bed and in her closet. On the floor of her closet, he found a coil of rope, and in her dresser next to her bed, he found a Bowie knife in a leather sheath. He quickly made his way through the rest of her belongings, not finding anything else of use. Back in the kitchen, he was relieved to find half a roll of duct tape, perhaps the most useful substance ever created by man.

Now he had to figure out how to get out into the hallway without dying shortly thereafter. Trent focused on what he knew best. Mentalism 101. Rule number one: when in doubt, misdirect.

He went over to Christina who was beginning to calm down as the new dose of Xanax was already taking effect. Whatever was happening to her, he had to admit that her metabolism was revving higher than anything he had ever observed. She processed the drug like it was sugar. The good news was that the meds took effect quickly. The bad news was that the effects of the Xanax didn’t last all that long, hence her need to take multiple doses throughout the night. He felt bad about it, but she was all he had to work with in coming up with a distraction. The fact that she had just tried to kill him made it only a little easier to use her as a diversionary tactic.

He pulled opened the living room curtains, slid the window up, and kicked out the screen. Cold air rushed into the apartment, and he shivered. It wasn’t winter, but it must have been in the low forties outside already. He cut off a long piece of rope that he wrapped once around the couch from front to back and then tied the rope to Christina’s already-bound hands. Then he carefully lifted her and placed her lower body so it hung outside the window. Christina immediately began struggling and kicking with both of her legs, but tied up as she was, she had no hope of overpowering him.

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