Ciarán’s face.
Well, fuck.
He surfaced, breaking the water and gasping for air. As he did, Graham was kneeling on the side of the wading pool.
“What? Are you okay? All the bubbles came up at once time!”
He told him.
“Ciarán is down there. Well, the ghost of him. I just saw his face. I think he wants me to follow him into the opening.”
Graham didNOTlike that.
Not.
At.
All.
“What if it leads nowhere and you get trapped or die?” he asked. “I don’t know if that’s a good plan.”
Michael was aware.
But what choice did they have?
This curse wasn’t getting removed on its own, and they needed to find Ciarán and Catherine’s child to at least make the castle less haunted.
Would he be okay if he trusted the dead man?
That was the big question.
* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *
Inside The Castle
The Corridor
Same Time
They were carefully moving through the tunnel, using the lights that they’d used before, and the one flashlight.
As they did, they found lots of things.
Spiders.
Cobwebs.
And a mouse or five.
What they didn’t find was any bones or rooms. This appeared to be a wild goose chase of sorts.
With Gryphen leading, and Finn keeping Gabby and Ian in front of him, they moved deeper into the darkness.
It smelled damp.
Like after a big rainstorm.
“There has to be water nearby,” he admitted. “I think I hear it.”
