Chapter 25October 14th, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
I walked into the Bramson Bay City Hall on a sunny, brisk October day and it was as if the weather had suddenly changed the moment I got inside, glass crunching under my feet.
The air smelled rotten. The city hall stank like a flooded cemetery. Rotten flesh mixed with the briny, muddy smell of low tide. Maybe some people would have thought of seafood and clam chowder. Not me, not walking in there where the lights were off and the cold air felt like fingers at my throat.
Is it possible for a place to be evil? I don’t know, but the moment we stepped inside I didn’t like the feel of it.
Someone whistled behind me. I glanced back, met Craig’s eyes as he took in the lobby. He grinned and then focused on the camera’s screen.
The lobby was st
