Mia sprinted toward the Miller's front door and dead-bolted it.

High-pitched shrieks chorused just outside the house. Her heart was thrumming. She prayed to God that Sarah was alright.

"Sarah?" Mia yelled up the stairs.

There was no answer, but she was thrown back. Someone was banging on the door.

What is going on out there?

Looking through the slats Mia saw the sweet-old lady from across the street. Face deformed. Crimson oozed from her eyes as she thrashed her head back and fourth.

"Joel!"

BANG! BANG!

Two holes blasted through the timber. Right beside her head.