Twenty-NineThe table lurched across the kitchen, pushed by an unseen force. Wooden legs scraped loudly on the tiled floor before the table crashed into a cupboard door. “What's happening, Jake?” Vicky said as she backed herself into the corner of the kitchen worktop.
“Something's here with us,” was all he could say as he saw the sky darken outside.
“Jasper,” Vicky said, heading for the kitchen door. It slammed shut as she approached, a dining chair rattling into it from the centre of the room. It lodged itself under the handle, the wood creaking under the pressure. “Jake,” she shouted. He was there in a split second, prizing the chair away from the handle. It skittered across the tiles as he tossed it to one side. Vicky heaved the door open, taking the stairs two at a time with Jake in p
