study. Sort of.
Jack stepped in. Long red drapes framed a huge mirror on the left wall. Another pentagram with the same words appeared on opposite wall. The wages of sin is death . That was it. Just the desk, the mirror, the graffiti.
And three more doors, one of which looked like it led back out to the main hall. The other two stood straight ahead in the opposite wall. They led deeper into the basement, maybe.
âYou think that door leads back out to the hall?â Randy asked. âThis isnât good. I donât like it. We have to find the storage room, or wherever theyâd keep guns.â
He hurried toward one of the doors directly ahead. âTell me what kind of a freaking place this is . . . ?â
Heâs beginning to melt down, Jack thought.
Werenât they all?
Randy reached for the knob, pulled up short. He was staring at the mirror. Why, Jack wasnât going to spend precious time finding out.
âOkay, we have to split up. Just go, run.â Jack ran toward the door that he guessed opened back into the main hall. âCover every room and meet back in the hall.â
Jack threw open the door and bolted into darkness. Dripping water. Smelled musty, sweet next to the rotten-egg odor that permeated the room behind him.
Randy was still blinking at the mirror, waving at it now.
âSnap out of it, Randy! Did you hear me? We have to move!â
âI donât . . . Somethingâs wrong with this mirror.â
âWho cares? Letâs go!â
âI donât have a reflection.â
The ridiculousness of Randyâs claim ballooned in Jackâs mind. He released the door and crossed to Randy, who was still staring, stupefied.
Jack stood next to him and looked into the mirror. No reflection.
Correction: no reflection of them. The desk behind them was in clear view. So was the far wall.
âWe should leave,â Randy said.
âItâs a trick mirror or something. They make them like this.â Maybe Betty and company had once been a part of some gypsy circus. It might explain a few things.
âNo, this isnât some trick mirror. Weâre like vampires down here, man!â
âDonât be an idiot. Come on, we have to be reasonable about this. Cover theââ
âIâm not splitting up.â
âStop it! Leslieâs out there!â
âWeâre going to die down here, Jack. All of us. Weâre all going to die.â
âYeah, if we donât move. Follow me.â
He ran for the door heâd opened, Randy at his heels now.
âFind a switch.â He slapped the wall on the right. Wet and cool. No switch. He raised his hands and started waving high.
A string hung low several yards in. He gave it a gentle tug, lighting a bulb mounted to the beams above. Now this was the kind of room Jack expected to find down here. Wet, mildewed walls lined with wooden racks. Two more doors.
âRoot cellar,â he said.
âWhereâs the hall?â
âMust be through that door.â
The fact was, based on what heâd seen down here so far, the basement wasnât laid out like any heâd ever seen. Jack crossed the cellar and pulled open the door. As expected, the main hall. He released the handle with a small measure of satisfaction.
Randy hurried past him.
âTry one of the other doors,â Jack said.
The sound of running boots pounded over their heads.
Randy jerked his head up and stared at the labyrinth of pipes that crossed the ceiling. âTheyâre coming!â
As if to emphasize the point, a muffled shotgun blast boomed above. Stephanie? No, she was still in the closet, and the sound had come from the kitchen area. Unless sheâd given up after five minutes and made a break for the back door. Would they come directly downstairs or search the upper floors first?
The faint sound of humming came again, as it had upstairs. Jack whirled. âYou hear
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