Hope Hardwicke arrived home to her apartment building early Wednesday morning. She’d just pulled a double shift at the hospital and was exhausted. The flu was going around, and though Hope felt less than up to snuff herself, her sister Grace was also at home with the flu. She hadn’t had a choice but to go to work. Her apartment was eerily quiet, she noted, as she walked down the corridor of her building after having climbed six flights of stairs. The elevator had long ago stopped working, and no one had been able to find someone who could fix it.
( There wasn't a single peep of sound... )
( There wasn't a single peep of sound... )