TWENTY-EIGHT
SCREAMING WALLS
“He’s here,” said Forbes, his eyes darting around the room in much the way they had when he’d first arrived. His body tensed and my guest assumed the stance of a man ready to defend himself, but, against what?
“What makes you think so?” I asked. “Can you see something we can’t?”
“No, but I can feel him. He’s here, I know it.”
“How do you know it’s a he?” asked Kate.
“I don’t know. It’s just a feeling, can’t you sense it too, David?”
I had to agree with Forbes. Something imperceptible had changed in the sitting room, though it would have been difficult for me to put an accurate description to it.
“It’s certainly become very cold in here all of a sudden,” I said. “In fact, it’s as cold as the grave, and that doesn’t feel right. The weather doesn’t merit t
