Chapter 5“We’re going to need to let some of this smoke out eventually,” I told him, still worried. I could hear the crack of the rifle overhead.
“I don’t know how.” He looked up, there was a fireplace on one wall. “Look.” He pointed and we carefully transported the fire to the fireplace.
The squeaking and escaping of little animals let us know that there was some clear space in the flue. That made me happy. I helped, but it wasn’t the neatest of jobs. Still, I could hear the occasional firing in the distance. It became eerie in that basement, sitting in silence waiting to see how many bullets had been fired at us.
“Fifty at least.” He must have been keeping a basic count.
“How long do you think this is going to continue?” I winced.
The spirits were starting to go mad, whispering in m
