Read by Grant Baciocco
There’s a frozen moment. Then Tyler throws himself against the door, just as the heavy body on the other side hurls itself at the wood. The bolt shifts another centimeter.
“No!” Tyler shoves the bolt with all his strength and hears it click back into locked position. He collapses, sliding down the door onto the floor. Tips his head back against the wood, breathing hard.
He hears Its heavy breathing on the other side of the door. Tyler closes his eyes.
“Please, Dad,” he whispers. “Please come back soon.”