A man stood above Robby who laid stiff on the stained mattress. His rifle pressed tight against his shoulder and pointed directly at Robby’s head.
“Get up.” The man commanded. Robby slowly pushed himself to his knees and stood up, hands raised in surrender. Blood rushed to his arms and feet, ready to run or fight. The man holding the g*n backed away slightly. Robby’s adrenaline pounded.
“I know your voice.” Robby mustered up the courage to speak. “You’re the one who put me in that abandoned mine.”
“You should have gone home when you had the chance.” The man spoke. “Why are you here? You think you can break into my home and conjure spirits like the rest of the tourists that come here?”
“I don’t believe in that stuff.” Robby said.
“Are you a squatter then? Looking for a free place to cr
