ered any lingering hope that this was an elaborate game. The f

ex said, his voice barely a

f from her pocket around her injured hand. "Whatever that wa

looked, the open, dark yard suddenly felt infini

s a slab of dark, heavy wood with a large, iron knocker in the sha

s our only chance of finding another way out

ught surfaced from the depths of my research.

re are stories about this place. About t

heir expressions a mixtu

his mansion?" Ethan asked,

knowledge, which I thought might b

d, her eyes narrowing. "You said you came he

ice steady. "I research locations for my show. Blackwoo

ir eyes, I had just gone from a fel

e what I knew. "They believed they could trap souls within the property. The story goes that the last of the Blackwoods, a little

ll touch. It all clicked into

own words chilling me to the bone. "That

we're being haunted by a gh

was just a story, a creepy legend for my podca

he suspicion didn't completely fade.

ace up before coming?" I asked,

experience' and clicked. I didn't even thi

ly. "My assistant vetted the

ng down her face. "I just saw the post and

r being here still shrouded in mystery. Their lack of knowledge, their l

t was, according to legend, designed to trap us. And one of us, t

e us, waiting. We had