CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Reece felt a tingling developing along his back, a sensation he thought would never visit him again. A sensation buried, he believed, but not buried deep enough it seemed. Because the last time it had come to him, his world slipped into a dark abyss of horror and fear. Fear the likes of which he’d never experienced, before or since. A fear he had convinced himself was nothing more than a nightmare because it couldn’t be true, it couldn’t be real. A base, looming dread, something only to be found within the pages of the most terrifying of Poe’s writing. Supernatural, inexplicable, not of this world.
Until this moment, he might have come to convince himself of all those things.
As it rose and threatened to engulf all of his senses, all of his reasoning, the memories retu
