use was dim, with long shadows stretching across the hardwood floors. The air smelled like dus
middle of the room like it was the most magical p
" Danny said, trying not
a faded sheet. "So, your dad just bought this pl
or whatever. Personally, I think he just wanted to get out
rah perked up
d for them to follow her.
-fashioned stove that looked like it belonged in a museum. The dining room had a long, dusty table s
heavy wooden door. It had a rusty padlock hanging
vous. "That's the best part
lit up. "Wh
t I think he's just scared. I mean, what's the worst that co
ed. "I don't
it either, but Tommy was al
ed, yanking harder. "We n
t and pulled out a small key
en-mouthed. "You had th
ng. "I just wanted to see if yo
click, it came loose. Hazel pushed the door open, and a col
utching her bag of Skittles l
disappearing into darkness. Hazel flicked on a
, descending the ste
aming at him to turn around and leave. But Tommy was alread
ed under his breath.
breath and foll
ke a dungeon. Old crates and rusted tools were scattered around, along with a couple of broken chai
y asked, crouching d
ls that Danny didn't recognize. It was partially buried in the dirt
say, but she was cut off by
one f
arah whispered, he
ashlight tightened. "P
said, though he di
e house, louder this time. Dan
pstairs," Sarah suggested,
uld move, the stone
ered. "This is bad.
e blue light across the room. The air seemed to hum with e
" Tommy shouted,
ack, looking just as frea
the basement. Then, with a blinding flash of light, the disc
ent again. The disc was no longer glowing, and t
his voice shaky. "I th
drop. The basement door was gone. I
ered, shining her flashlight
aced as he real
ere tr
'