Whispers in the Dark Run, Little Sister

After my stepmother died, I found her thick ledger.

Every single expense she had spent on me over the years was documented inside, down to the exact cost of a toothbrush.

Countless times, she had slammed that very notebook violently against my body.

"Once you turn eighteen, you will pay me back every single penny!"

Yet she died just one month shy of my eighteenth birthday.

With dark vindication, I flipped open the pages.

Until I reached the very last one.

Tucked hidden within the binding, two jagged words were scrawled.

"Run now!"