Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 107

Cecilia

Harper froze in place, her tirade dying on her lips.

In an instant, her demeanor shifted from righteous fury to wide-eyed alarm. She whirled around and grabbed my arms with surprising strength.

“Who-who is it?” she whispered, her voice suddenly small.

My heart pounded painfully against my ribs.

I glanced at the clock on Harper’s wall.

Midnight. Exactly.

“Ding-dong-”

The doorbell rang again, the innocent chime somehow transformed into something straight out of a horror movie.

We instinctively backed away from the door, putting as much distance between ourselves and whoever-or whatever-was on the other side.

The self-proclaimed fearless lawyer who moments ago had been ready to take on the world now looked as terrified as I felt. Her face had drained of all color.

“Level with me,” Harper said, attempting to sound calm despite her trembling voice. “Did you secretly order takeout because you were still hungry?”

1 didn’t bother responding. We both knew she was just trying to fill the suffocating silence with something-anything-other than our fears.

I pulled her back to the couch. “Let’s just pretend we didn’t hear anything. Don’t answer it.” Harper nodded stiffly. “Yeah.”

The moment she agreed, her gaze shifted past me and her eyes widened in horror.

I followed her line of sight to the balcony-where the glass door stood wide open, midnight breeze causing the sheer curtains to dance like ghostly figures in the darkness.

The glass door was OPEN.

Harper’s face contorted in panic.

I stared at the open door, my breath catching. “You must have left it open when you rushed out this morning! You’re always running late and forgetting to close the balcony door!”

“I closed it! I closed it! I CLOSED IT! I remember closing it!” Harper’s voice rose with each repetition, bordering on hysteria.

“Calm down,” I hissed, trying to sound reasonable despite my racing heart. “You’re on the 31st floor! There’s no adjacent balcony or ledge anyone could climb across from! It’s the

31st floor, for God’s sake-what are we dealing with, Spider-Man?”

Harper fell silent for two seconds, processing my logic. “But I remember closing it,” she insisted, her voice dropping to a frightened whisper. “You can question my fashion choices but not my memory!”

I went quiet too.

So what she was implying was that there was a ghost at the door, and another one already inside the apartment?

We were surrounded?

“We need to call the police!” I blurted out.

“IIl do it!” Harper grabbed her phone with shaking hands.

In that moment, only the police could provide any semblance of safety or sanity.

The instant Harper dialed, the apartment lights went out with a decisive click, plunging us into darkness.

Simultaneously, the doorbell rang twice in quick succession.

I used my phone’s flashlight to scan the room, my heart practically in my throat.

“Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong-”

“Knock-knock-knock-”

The doorbell chimes became relentless, now accompanied by persistent knocking.

As soon as her call connected, Harper frantically explained what was happening to the emergency dispatcher.

The officer on the line instructed us to stay put and under no circumstances open the door. Help was on the way.

After hanging up, we huddled together on the carpet, back-to-back, our phone flashlights pointed outward as we scanned for any sign of movement. The harsh light reflected off our faces, highlighting expressions that would have been perfectly at home in a horror film-wide eyes, bloodless lips, terror etched into every line.

“Is anyone there?”

About five minutes later, alongside the knocking, we heard what sounded like voices.

Had the police arrived already?

Impossible!

Neither of us dared to respond.

Then came the unmistakable sound of someone working at the lock.

The door simply… opened.

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