Every time Clarissa and Brett turned a corner, the house transformed. The Victorian twisted and turned in such a way that they became lost moments before the first shift left them inside a large bedroom with low windows, which was flooded with light.
They scanned the bedroom carefully. “Where are we now?” Clarissa asked.
“A bedroom,” Brett replied inanely.
“Yes, I can see that,” Clarissa told him, pursing her lips in his direction. “How does an empty bedroom help us?”
“I don’t know,” he replied mildly. “You’re the occult expert. Can you ask a higher power?”
“I can,” Clarissa replied. She closed her eyes for a moment, waiting for enlightenment to arrive. “We wait,” she said, words radiating from her mouth in a voice she didn’t recognize. Her eyes shot open. “We wait here for the answer
