“Mac? Yaneth?” Drago repeated. “Something’s in here with us.”
ac? Yaneth?” “Something’s in here with us.”“Somehow that doesn’t sound like a good thing.” Mac imparted telepathically. He was a little startled as the magical amulet he wore around his neck began to take on a slight glow.
Somehow that doesn’t sound like a good thing.”A rustling sound behind the three friends caused them to turn slowly around. Directly before them was a gray figure looming over them. Its eyes pulsed with a dull silver glow, giving its face a grotesque, ghastly image.
Mac could not stop the small “yikes,” that escaped his lips. Briefly, he hoped it was just someone wearing another Halloween costume that was lost. That thought ended quickly when a long arm shot out and knocked him across the room. Stunned by th
