Admitted, I was surprised when Asher entered my bedroom Saturday morning to ask if I wanted to go with him to pick up Vincent from work. His car was in the repair shop and they were going to grab a bite to eat before dropping him off.
“Sure,” I answered, jumping out of bed. I needed a distraction from the thoughts of what could be in that damn basement. It scratched at my flesh with every thought. The sound was real. I didn’t dare go near it and I wondered if Ezra heard me scream outside the door. Something was down there though, I knew it. Maybe I’d ask Asher in the car.
We hadn’t spoken directly since that night we watch his film and fell asleep on the couch. Ezra kept his eyes trained on both of us, especially me. I’d become his possession that not even his son could touch. Although h
