“I don’t want to go in there.”
Naomi and Hunter stood outside Beaumont House. The late afternoon sun hung low on the horizon. Naomi rubbed her arms.
“In all my years of doing this, I have never felt anything like this before.”
“Like what?” Hunter hoped he hadn’t brought her all the way up here for nothing, to only turn around and go back to Chicago.
“Evil, hate…whatever you want to call it.”
Naomi looked at Hunter, and in her eyes, he could see fear.
“It’s almost palpable.”
“Won’t you at least come inside? I can show you where the thing has appeared to me. Please, I really must get rid of it.”
Naomi shook her head. “I don’t know if you can. This thing has power.” Naomi shut her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she said, “Open the door.”
Hunter did, and the two of them ente
