CHAPTER 13
Upon entering, the first thing that struck them was the earthy smell of the air -- a strong odor that lingered like the humidity of the summer day. The smell was so thick, so physical, that Little Joe had to hold back from gagging. The area they entered was a small hallway, but from here their jittery flashlights could make out the large opening of the church starting just ahead about 15 feet from them. They took a few steps in together, Daisy firmly pressed against his side. They waved their lights around the hallway, trying to spot anyone in the vicinity, anyone that would have unlocked the door. But they found no one.
“Wait” whispered Little Joe. He grabbed the wooden chair that stood to the side by a small table and wedged it between the door and the jamb to keep it
