Chapter 37Westley made slow progress through the hall. The simple knowledge of not being able to get up if he fell coursed through his body with every step forward. It took all his grit and determination to reach the end of the hall, only to find himself facing an intersection of indecision. Disoriented, he wasn’t sure if he should head left or right, or if he should just keep going straight. Which way led to the front door and safety? He looked down each hall, hoping something would come to him, anything, a gut feeling, a push from Vito.
Where have you gone, Vito? Help me.
His heart heavy, he started down the left hall, tears still slipping sporadically down his cheeks. What would he do when he got out of this damned place, if he was allowed to leave alive? The ghost would still be here
