“I’ll search for the phone.” Logan got up, moving as fast as the wind.
“We have to get out of here,” Jason begged. “Things like that, they’re just not natural. My grandma, she didn’t look like that! Voices I can take, cold spots and whatnot, too, but this? That thing looked like it had clawed its way back from hell.”
“I know you’re scared, but it didn’t harm you, right?” I tried to reassure him. “It just stood there. So maybe it didn’t want to hurt you.”
“That thing was pure evil.” Jason shook his head. “You have to believe me.”
Professor Logan returned with the cell phone. The screen was cracked, but the device still worked. He browsed through Jason’s gallery, opening up the last picture. It showed the courtyard, surrounded by bright light, probably from the camera’s flash function, b
