Twenty-OneA purge of wind skittered down the cave, snuffing out one of the torches. Carrie saw the flames extinguished, turning her body away from the howling gale that raced towards them. She shielded her torch from the brunt of the gust, her torch barely surviving. “I think it's about to happen,” she said as she walked deeper into the cave.
“You're right,” Katherine said. “Look.”
A faint red outline appeared in the darkness, taking strength and shape. The doorway pulsed gently, illuminating the macabre paintings around it. “Let's move. We don't have much time,” Wilf said as he scrambled to his feet. Walking over to Carrie, he relit the end of his torch, thankful that it took readily. He headed for the doorway, torch aloft, stake ready. “Keep close,” were his last words before he disapp
