Chapter 22
Late one night, Michael heard a knock on the door to his cottage.
It was the young archaeologist, Dmytro. The two had never spoken privately beyond a simple hello and mundane words about archeology.
“I’m sorry to bother you.” Dmytro looked nervous. “But I need to talk to you about the dig site.”
“Come in,” Michael said. Dmytro took a seat on the sofa as Michael offered him a beer. “What’s on your mind?”
Dmytro took a long drink of the beer before speaking. “The site troubles me. A lot.”
Michael sat facing him. “I’m not surprised. It feels haunted.”
Dmytro’s eyes widened. “You feel it, too? Thank you. I was afraid you’d think I was crazy. I wonder if we shouldn’t abandon it. I feel someone, or something, doesn’t want us there.”
Michael pondered his words. “I’ve heard abou
