Knock.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Knock.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman stopped smiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed looked at the clock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 11:07 PM.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho can it be so late?\u201d Arora murmured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora corrected herself almost immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho can it be so late?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody noticed the difference.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman walked toward the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A vague figure stood behind the narrow glass panel beside it. The porch light was weak, making the person’s outline look distorted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman leaned closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A voice came from the other side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCome on, man. It’s me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman opened the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cZed!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed stood outside, hands in his jacket pockets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHoly! How can you be so early? You were supposed to be here around eleven.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt is eleven.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman looked at the clock again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 11:07.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cRight. Anyway, let’s head to the Go-Go Land.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora stood up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She suddenly looked excited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLet’s go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou’ve been silent for two hours and now you’re the first one ready?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don’t want to be late.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFor what?\u201d Zed asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She didn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Three blocks away stood an old, narrow house that nobody seemed to own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Its paint had peeled away years ago. The windows were dark, even when the neighboring houses were brightly lit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody remembered exactly when people had started calling it Psycho Abode<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Children avoided it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Adults pretended they didn’t believe the stories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But nobody liked walking past it alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed slowed down as they approached.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou know a man named Joshua Shore?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman glanced at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJoshua who?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJoshua Shore. People call him Joshee.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora suddenly turned toward Zed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat about him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed looked at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy are you interested?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI’ve heard of him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFrom where?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora didn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJoshee lives around here. Some say he owns the place. Some say he only stays there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat does he look like?\u201d Raman asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed’s expression changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOne look at him and you may feel that’s the end of your life.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman chuckled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat’s dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI’m serious.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed pointed toward the dark house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMost of the time Joshee wears sunglasses. Even at night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause of his eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman stopped laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed lowered his voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhoever has seen his eyes says they’re unbearable. Not ugly. Not frightening in the normal sense.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He paused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEvil.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora stared at the house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd how does anyone see his eyes if he always wears sunglasses?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat’s the strange part.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He pointed toward a small bar beside the house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe drinks there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe doesn’t drink with his sunglasses on.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman laughed again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo your solution is to get the evil-eyed man drunk?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNot drunk. Just buy him a drink.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat’s your brilliant plan?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed shrugged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou may be able to look into his eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora suddenly laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was a strange laugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Too loud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Too long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora wiped her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI’m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she started talking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And she didn’t stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She talked about the movie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then about the weather.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then about the street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then about a childhood memory none of them remembered her ever mentioning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she began telling them about a dream she’d had the previous night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman finally raised both hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay, okay. Enough.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora kept speaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed smirked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou won’t get a discount even if you talk too much.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora laughed again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But this time Raman noticed something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her eyes weren’t laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The bar beside Psycho Abode was nearly empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They entered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The bartender looked at them briefly, then went back to polishing a glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody was talking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was only the faint hum of an old ceiling fan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And the occasional sound of ice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kling.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n A man sat alone at the bar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His back was toward the entrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Broad shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brawny enough to make the stool beneath him look strangely small.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He wore a black shirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And sunglasses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJoshee.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora stopped walking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She couldn’t see his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But something about him held her attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she noticed his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His fingers curled around the whiskey glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They were long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Too long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His fingernails were black at the tips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not painted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not dirty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They looked like talons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora swallowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she walked toward him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAurora,\u201d Raman whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She didn’t hear him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She sat on the stool beside Joshee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man didn’t move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He continued gently rotating the glass between his fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She felt something in the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Something warmer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Something that made her heartbeat quicken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She wanted to see his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She wanted him to turn toward her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n More than that, she wanted to touch him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The thought frightened her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She didn’t know why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Joshee slowly lifted his glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kling.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora whispered,<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHello.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man didn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She leaned closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His sunglasses reflected the dim yellow lights of the bar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For one brief second, Aurora saw her own reflection in them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But the reflection wasn’t smiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was screaming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora jerked backward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Joshee turned his head slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey, Aur.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed’s voice came from the table behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCome down here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora stood immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She returned to the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman looked at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou look pale.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI said nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Joshee remained perfectly still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the bartender placed another glass in front of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He whispered something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Joshee nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The bartender walked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora watched the man’s sunglasses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She had the uncomfortable feeling that he was watching her too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They left the bar around midnight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody mentioned Joshee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody mentioned the strange feeling inside the bar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody mentioned Aurora’s sudden silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They went home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They slept.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And all three dreamed the same dream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was a girl standing in a dark room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She was crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Someone was behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One hand held a whiskey glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The other held a knife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Slow footsteps approached.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kling.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The girl screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then slowly turned his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sunglasses were gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The dream ended before they could see his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But somewhere behind the bar, a bartender whispered one word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPsycho.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman woke up screaming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Across town, Zed woke at exactly the same moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And Aurora sat upright in her bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n All three stared into the darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n None of them knew the others had seen the same thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Until morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman called Zed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDid you dream about a girl?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed whispered,<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou saw it too?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora called five minutes later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She didn’t ask what happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She simply said,<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe took off his glasses.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman’s stomach tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora breathed into the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI saw his eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The line went dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Three days passed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody saw Raman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody saw Zed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody saw Aurora.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Their phones remained switched off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A neighbor named Mr. Cas became concerned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He rang Raman’s doorbell several times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He called the police.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The door was unlocked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The police entered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The house was empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No signs of struggle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No broken windows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Except a newspaper lying neatly in the center of the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The headline read:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Underneath it was a photograph of Raman, Zed and Aurora.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The article said they had last been seen entering the bar beside Psycho Abode<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Beside the newspaper sat a half-finished whiskey glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One of the officers picked it up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSomeone was drinking this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Another officer examined the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThree people disappear and leave behind one glass?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The first officer looked toward the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMaybe there were four.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He put the glass down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kling.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Mr. Cas noticed something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was writing on the back of the newspaper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Three names.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Raman.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Zed.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Aurora.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n And beneath them, written in fresh black ink:<\/p>\n\n\n\n NEXT?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Mr. Cas stepped backward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The lights went out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the darkness came the faint sound of footsteps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Slow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Heavy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Approaching from the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the sound of ice moving inside a glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kling.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n A man’s voice whispered from somewhere inside the house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho wants a drink?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n And from the darkness came three voices together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The police found no one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not even Mr. Cas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The newspaper remained on the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The whiskey glass was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But on the floor beside the table were four sets of footprints.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Three pairs led toward the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The fourth pair came from the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And stopped directly behind the front door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The door was still locked from the inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat a movie! 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