The house locked me in at nine o'clock, and it was very polite about it.
Dana Pruitt house-sits for a living. One night, one very smart house, triple pay. The rules were short. Do what Hazel says. Don't answer the old yellow phone. Don't open the cellar door.
At 9:00 p.m., every door locks until six. The windows are sealed. The signal is gone. And a gray van has been parked at the gate since 8:40.
Hazel, the house, never lies. She only answers what she is asked, and she never warns anyone who stops asking. So Dana can't sleep through this one. The trouble is knowing what to ask.
Someone is knocking from the cellar. Someone else is calling from the gate. And the clock above the stove keeps counting.
Locked Until Six is a short, funny, tense read for one sitting: about 10,000 words, one long night, one ticking clock and one choice that comes down to the last seconds.