Wendy took a deep breath and followed the string. “Looks like it goes down this vent on my right.” She couldn’t hide the tremor in her voice.
“Told you Jeff found it,” Kev said.
“How?” Cal asked. “There aren’t even any footprints in here.”
“What about the other vent? Where does it come from?” Arie asked.
“The bathroom next door. The one we can’t get to.”
Kev spoke. “I bet we can get there if we go upstairs.”
A murmured conversation followed. Then Cal said, “You might be right.” He stuck his head back in the vent, Wendy could tell because his voice echoed through her feet. “Sit tight, Kev and I will be right there.”
Cal's voice pulsed in Wendy's head. She tried to shake it away, but instead of clearing her head, the action brought more memories.
The dark, lights going on and off, those scarred and horrible faces. The sword.