Becky might live here...or not...

Alison knocked on Becky's door, hoping that it would be Becky on the other end. A few seconds went by without any answer. Feeling frustrated while a cold wind brushed against her bare ass, she brought her hand to the doorknob and slowly turned it open. This wasn't trespassing, Alison thought. It was a surprise visit... in a towel.

"Becky?"

The apartment was dark. Too dark in fact. It was brighter outside than it was inside. Not only that but an eerie silence permeated the air save for a faint thumping sound coming from somewhere on the floor, akin to a medicine ball being picked up and dropped continuously.

"Beck?"

Stepping inside, she looked left and right, seeing the empty dining room and living room void of any living being. Alison could see a thick layer of dust settled on the countertops and furniture. Either Becky was lazy or there hadn't been anyone in this house for ages.

"What...why can I see my breath?"

Something wasn't right. Alison's breath came out like fog but the inside of the apartment wasn't cold at all.

The thumping continued its rhythm, almost in tune with Alison's heartbeat. Cold sweat poured down her forehead while the peach fuzz hair on her arm stood up. Her instincts were telling her to run but she really needed help getting back into her house.