“Jesus! The sound!”
Both Honor and Bishop had no freaking clue what they were talking about. The mansion was absolutely silent. Before they grabbed their heads, the only noise had been their talking.
Tori grimaced.
“It’s so loud.”
Again, nothing was there.
As Tori began walking away, both cops followed, and they pulled their sidearms.
Would they be of any use?
No, but they had to do something. Dealing with all of this made them both feel…unsafe.
As they followed, Tori led them right to the master bedroom. Bishop knew where they were heading, only because she’d been upstairs in Ridge and Wynter’s home.
When Julian pushed the door open, their skin rippled with goosebumps.
“Oh, I don’t like that,” Honor stated, pulling the rosary out that she grabbed as a spare. “It feels dark.”
Yeah, it did.
Tori moved into the bedroom, and not far away, where Wynter had died, they both saw it.
Julian grabbed his wife’s arm.
“Don’t!”
Both cops were freaking clueless as to what the two were seeing.
“What?”
Tori explained.
“There’s a black hole in the floor. There’s something in it and moving around.”
Jesus.
H.
Christ.
That didn’t sound good. In fact, that sounded absolutely horrible to both cops.
“What?” Honor asked, her finger on the trigger, as her gun was pointed at her feet.
Well, there was only one way to find out.
She began moving closer, much to her husband’s horror.
“Victoria!”
She ignored him.
As she stared down into the inky black stain, what she saw horrified her.
There were so many twisted faces looking back up at her, clawing to get out.