Chapter 25
The first light of day was peeping through the shutters, but Esme’s body still clung to sleep, protesting the early hour. As she leaned over to sip some water from the glass beside her bed, she noticed that the water’s surface was dancing to a fine vibration, one that she couldn’t feel herself. A moment later, the lampshade hanging above her bed began to sway.
Esme snapped bolt upright.
Soon the whole house was pitching from side to side, like a ship caught in a storm. The swaying went on and on, and so did the deafening roar. Dust came out of the walls and clouded the air. Drawers flew open, and the mirror hanging over the chest of drawers shivered and shook, threatening to smash into a thousand pieces.
I have to get out of here.
Any moment now, the floor was going to drop
