Twenty-Four
Clarence waited while Ralston unlocked the cell door. Two other guards stood behind them, ready to beat him down if he tried anything.
Clarence could have found his way there himself. For some reason they put him in his old cell—the one he had been in when they had kicked him out, months ago. Up the steps and half-way down the corridor.
As he stood there, it felt like he had never left. Only, a chill swept around his shoulders, a ghostly presence engulfed him, a faint howl echoed through the corridors.
He shivered when the door slid open and Ralston pushed him inside the cell.
The noise must have triggered the neighbors, because inmates on both sides rattled the bars on their doors and began to heckle him.
“Hey baby. Welcome home.”
One man close by must have remembered C
