Lindsey stopped halfway down the stairs and looked back, she was unsure about going down the stairs. She turned around and went back up and went straight. She had her flashight in her hand and digital recorder clipped to her tight jeans waist. She was headed down the dark hall as her flashlight dimmed and flickered.
"Not now." She said shaking it and smacking it as he saw her and smiled.
The flashlight was really dim but working. She sighed and looked all around trying to figure out her next move. She shook her head and continued with her dim light barley lighting up the hallway.
She walked slowly as he followed a little ways behind her so he could keep an eye on her nice ass. Lindsey stopped as she opened a door and looked in the room. She found the old office of the owner. She walked inside looking at the book cases full of old books and saw the old chairs and couch sitting covered with sheets. Lindsey walked to the desk and pulled the sheet off showing the desk that was in prestine condition. She admired it as she walked around to the back and opened the middle drawer.
It was empty along with the other drawers. She stood behind the desk as he stood in front and smiled at her tight, low cut tank top and nice cleavage. She keep looking around as he saw her pick up an old folder and open it. He realized what folder it was and smacke dit out of her hands. Lindsey jumped as the old folder flew across the room.
"What the heck?!" She said pulling the recorder and turning it on. She put it on the desk. "Who is here with me?" She asked as she waited for a minute."Why did you smack the folder out of my hand? Was I not supposed to see the papers inside?" She asked again as she waited and looked around.
She heard a thud and jumped. She looked around as the door slammed shut loudly. Lindsey stood behind the desk frightened as she shooke a little bit. He smiled as he decided how to get to her like the others . Lindsey stuck behind the desk as he talked into the recorder. she felt dizzy and put her hands on the desk.