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There was a bitter edge to his words, and I wanted to know his story, but I wasn’t going to get it out of him.
“Henry, do you see a light?”
“Oh, I’veee been avoidinggg iiiiit. I thought I wassss jussst hungover,” he said, blinking up at something and wincing. Likely the brightness of the light.
“You should go through it. There’s someone waiting for you.”
“Grace?” he asked, and for the first time, the ghost seemed sober. The words came out clear and strong. He even stood straighter. I couldn’t see what he saw, but he stepped forward before blinking out of existence.
The air around us heated up as he faded completely. Henry was gone.
“I think he’s gone. His name is Henry Blackwell, and he was talking to someone named Grace before he moved on.”
“Baby, you just helped someone move on to the other side,” Ryker said in a hushed tone.
I blinked over at him as I let it process, and then my eyes widened. It never got any less strange when we encountered ghosts like this, and I hadn’t expected to help anyone move on in this house other than to forcibly remove them if they were bad spirits.
This wasn’t my expertise.
Another crash sounded, bursting the moment. We all turned to look back the way we came.
Lincoln shifted his flashlight to let the beam fill the hallway, but something black was rolling toward us until we couldn’t see anything but darkness.
“Do you guys see that?” I asked.
“Run!” Ben barked out the order, and every single one of us listened, turning and running down the hallway.
It sounded like thunder rolling through the basement, urging us to run faster. Adrenaline was pumping through me so fast that my heart was pounding in my chest, and my head was spinning.
I was way too asthmatic to be running this fast, especially in a place that’s dusty.
The guys didn’t let me fall behind. Lincoln put his hand on my wrist, pulling me with him as he ran. We glanced back every few feet but it was constantly right on our heels.
My lungs started to burn, my chest aching, and I finally came to a stop. I had to believe in the supernatural protection we had. The guys tried to pull me with them but I stood my ground, squaring off with the entity.
“Patrick, stop this!” I screamed the word so loudly that my ears were ringing. It was like time slowed down. The rolling fog toward us stopped as if it hit a barrier.
Maybe it was the protection, or maybe it was the words I spoke. I couldn’t be certain.
Either way, it was blocking us from the only exit in this place and if we moved deeper into these cellars we’d never find our way back.
Running wasn’t an option.
“Start walking,” I said. I could feel them moving close behind me, four hands finding me so we were moving as one unit.
Every step forward we took, the fog seemed to inch away until finally, it disappeared, revealing the stairway beyond.
There was no hesitation as we ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind us, engaging the lock. Whatever was down there could stay the fuck down there.
“What the hell was that?” Ethan choked out as he struggled for breath, leaning down and placing his hands on his knees as he tried to regain his composure.
“Sunshine, if you ever do something like that again,” Lincoln warned. It wasn’t anger in his voice, only fear. It had really rattled him. “I’ll spank your ass.”
“I couldn’t do it anymore. I wasn’t going to run from this, and we were just going to be trapped like rats in a cage. There was one exit down there and we had protection.”
“I don’t want to hear your logic right now,” he grumbled, pacing around the kitchen, clutching at his hair.
“That thing wasn’t down there when we walked in,” Ben pointed out. “Even I could feel the difference when it showed up.”
