I messed around in the basement, organizing and cleaning up, but after half an hour, I was already bored. If I’m going to be down here doing nothing, I could grab some books and do research. Not like I’m doing anything else.
I checked the timer, and it still had another hour before I had to add anything else. I slipped out of the basement, went inside, and headed upstairs. Oliver was awake, talking to Amy, while Rhonda slept. My aunt was dozing in her room as well.
I grabbed a few books off the table from my office that I hadn’t gotten to yet, and carried them to the basement. But after a few more hours, it was obvious I wasn’t going to find what I was looking for.
I don’t get it. How can that have been the creature? I rubbed my forehead and the basement door opened. I jumped out of my
