CHAPTER
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It took me several seconds to process and react to what I was seeing. There was a person behind that door. “Hello?” I called out guardedly.
The fingers vanished and there was no further sound. With stealth, I approached the door and pulled on the antique brass handle. It wouldn’t budge, so I yanked harder. No movement. On closer inspection, I noticed the sturdy dead bolt lock. Unbidden, the memory of Nelson Trotter entering the crypt flashed through my mind. So, I’d been right all along. This hideous place is where he imprisoned all of his victims. Except I was the only one who actually knew what a ghastly destiny awaited. And, I had a pretty good idea who was behind this door. If I was right, she’d been locked in this hellhole for three weeks.
I knocked lightly
