Terror screamed through my veins. I dropped to the floor, searching blindly for the ax.

Someone blew out the candle. Not the same someone coming through the bathroom door. It creaked open farther, the growing stink clenching my stomach. Glass crunched just to my left.

As soon as my fingers curled around something that felt like a handle, I swung up and to the side with every bit of strength I had. The blade connected and buried itself deep. Something shrieked, a ...