Chapter 18“We're trapped!” Greta had her hands on Jeremy's back.
Jeremy held a protective arm out, keeping Greta behind him. His knees bent and leaning forward, he took a tentative step toward the door.
“What are you doing?”
“We can't just stand here,” he answered. Her question rattled his nerve. His feet felt welded to the floor. He could hear only the both of them breathing. He sensed, however, someone else in the room with them. Something else. “Stay close.”
She re-gripped a hold on his shirt. He felt fingernails scratch his back.
He stepped forward. Stopped.
The room was cold. The temperature dropping. The hairs inside his nostrils hardened. Greta whimpered. She was losing it. He felt her trembling, or it was him that shook.
The lights in the room came on.
A blackened figure st
