The room looked like a frat house after a huge party, except there weren’t any passed out college students. There wasn’t anyone.
That’s when I heard the scratching. It started out faint, but grew louder. And then barking.
I followed it and jogged down the hall, feeling my heart in my throat. Molly was outside the bathroom door, pawing and scratching at the closed door and whining. When she noticed me, she became more frantic.
“Kane?” I banged on the door. No answer. I tried the handle and it was locked. “Kane, open the fucking door!”
Molly started barking again and scratching at the wood frame.
Everything clicked together in my head, and the room spun, even though I was standing still.
Oh, god, Kane. What did you do?