Sam walked through the front door with a grin while carrying Chinese takeout.
“Hey, guys,” he called. “I’m back! You wanted some food?”
Two men’s shadows covered the doorframe where his wife and her friend should have walked through.
“Ummm…hey guys. What are you doing here? Where’s my wife and her friend?”
The bigger of the two spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. “They’re upstairs taking a nap.”
“Alright. I’ll go and wake them up. I got them some food.” Sam nervously moved to step past them, but they stopped him.
“They’re fine. You’re staying down here.”
Panic began to overtake Sam.
