CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Riley groped helplessly through the darkness that surrounded her.
Light, she thought.
She needed just a glimmer of light to help her with her search …
… although she couldn’t remember exactly what she was searching for.
Holding one hand out in front of her, she took another cautious step.
She had a sudden strong sense that someone was standing in front of her.
“Who’s there?” she asked.
She thought it must be a killer. One of the long line of monsters she had faced before.
But why couldn’t she tell?
She repeated again …
“Who’s there?”
Then she heard a harsh and familiar laugh.
A voice replied, “Who do you think it is, girl?”
Now Riley could make out a familiar shadow hulking in front of her.
“Daddy?” she said.
“Yep,” he said, laughing again. “And dead as
