Chapter Twenty-Two: "Before he slid he key into the lock, Denny could feel that something had changed. He’d only been gone for an hour. Two, max. But he could sense the shift. In the energy, the atmosphere.
Slender copper key pinched between thumb and forefinger, inches from the deadbolt, plastic motel diamond keychain swinging under his palm like a divining crystal, Denny stared at the fading paint on the carport door, and felt frozen.
Behind him, the rain began sheeting down, seeming to close off an escape back to the safety of his vehicle."
Remember, there are two types of people in this world.
The Haunters and the Haunted.
Which one are you?
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