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I studied that dark abyss beyond the basement door. Chanting rose in the air and. . .something didn’t seem right about it all.
That set my nerves on edge.
A cold shiver crawled up my spine.
The shadows stretched and twisted into sinister shapes, as if mocking our hesitation.
It does look scary, but what is scary. . .to a lion?
Still, I couldn’t shake the unnerving sensation.
The doorway emanated a sense of wrongness that was impossible to ignore.
Maxwell’s breathing hitched. “You feel that shit too. Don’t you?”
I tensed. “I feel something. . .odd coming from there.”
“And your gut is saying turn around?”
It is.
“I love Em, but. . .” Maxwell took another step back. “You’re going to need to hold my hand.”
I frowned and studied the darkness before me.
It was fascinating, the way humans were wired to sense danger, even when it was not immediately visible.
Was it some ancient instinct, buried deep within our DNA, alerting us to the unseen, the hidden threats lurking just out of our sight?
As I stood there, staring into the darkness beyond the door, every primal alarm in my system screamed at me to run the other way.
And this sensation wasn’t based on anything I could see or hear.
It was the vibration in the air.
The shift in the atmosphere.
The eerie, crawling feeling on the back of my neck.
The coldness seeping into my bones.
Maxwell let out a long breath. “We need a voodoo-proof vest or something. In fact, next time Baba should be with us. Wizard against wizard sort of shit.”
“Yeah, and maybe some garlic and a few silver bullets, just in case.”
“You’re over there joking, but if you a had holy cross and some garlic, I would take it from you right now.”
I have to make sure she is okay.
There wasn’t much choice left. Emily was down there somewhere, and no matter what horrors lay ahead, I would never let her face it by herself.
Aggravated, I turned to him and offered the idiot my hand. “We do not discuss this with anyone.”
“Man, you think I’m going to tell people?”
“Just shut up and take my fucking hand.”
“Eh, don’t make this weird.” He grabbed my hand, latching his palm to mine and holding on tightly like he was Paolo.
