They'd all laughed it off, saying they must have imagined it, or it was echoes from somewhere else in the building. Ryan didn't like to let on that it freaked him out. He tried to put a brave face on it, and make sure he was never on his own anywhere in the pub. Save for his bedroom.
Which was why he was pleased Sammy was with him in the cellar now, even if his jitters were making Ryan more nervous. "This place gives me the creeps," Sammy muttered, hopping from foot to foot. "And it's always so bloody cold."
Ryan was busy checking the beer barrels. He couldn't believe the mess they were in. Someone had connected them all wrong, leaving the caps unscrewed. At least three barrels were ruined, the gas having escaped. The beer was so flat, whoever had done this must have done it last night.
