Sarah looked at him, and he could see the fear in her eyes. “Can’t we just go?” “Open it,” he said.
She let go of his arm, took a deep breath as if she feared that something terrible might come flying out at her, turned the handle, and pushed the door inward. Then, when nothing came hurtling out the door at her, she reached inside, felt around for a light, and turned it on. The room was empty, just consisting of shelving on two walls and a sink on the third wall. Buckets lined two of the shelves, and it had sense of normalcy. John recalled the buckets in the prison rooms in the Coven’s catacombs beneath Salem and felt a fresh chill.
The door to the next room was different than the earlier door. Strong bolt locks on the top and bottom of the thick door panel told him exactly that for whi
