“C-can you get rid of it?”
“Yes,” he replied. “But we’re going to have to pull up the whole floor. If — ”
He didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence, because in the next moment, all hell broke loose, the oversized television flinging itself away from the wall, the Danish modern coffee table and chairs all taking to the air and flying toward them. Audrey screamed, flattening herself against the vomit-green shag carpet, while Michael crouched next to her, doing his best to shield her from the flying furniture. The pressure and the cold in the room increased to the point where she wasn’t sure whether she would have been able to lift herself from the floor even if she’d wanted to.
“Stairs,” he murmured in her ear, which had begun to ring again from all the pressure being exerted on it. “
