The squeaks and steps of the feet were the only sound my ears were focused on.

What if they—basing from the unsynchronized sounds of footsteps—walk to our direction and saw us?

'Leib!" Came a harsh whisper.

'Are we in the wrong room?" Another softly said.

My heart was already thundering and it nearly jumped out of my mouth when lights turned on behind me.

'Scott, we're here." My brother answered from somewhere at the back. 'And close the door will ...