“Celt?” Callie asked as I backed away and plastered myself to the wall.
“He’s afraid of rats. He used to have this recurring nightmare of a rat eating his eyes while he was alive,” Chey murmured, but I heard her.
Sunny stared at me in horror. “Are you fuckin’ warped or what?” he insisted.
“Shut up!” I hissed.
“You poor, fucked-up bastard. You need help,” Sunny stated as Callie bit back a smile.
“Stop taking the piss, what the fuck are we going to do?” I demanded, as I hid my shaking hands. Jesus, I was acting like Chatter!
“Callie!” Michelle called, and I realised she wasn’t here. Everyone rushed past me, and we found Michelle in the dining room.
“Run.”
“Die.”
“Flee.”
“Suck blood.”
“Save yourselves.”
“Murder.”
“Escape.”
“Slit throats.”
“Warning.”
“Pound your skull.”
“What the fuck?” Callie exclaimed. She gazed between the Spirit Box, which was yelling warnings at us, while the Ovilus made threats.
“Leave!”
“Strangle.”
“Get out.”
“Fuck you up.”
“Danger.”
“Kill you.”
“Callie, they’re turned off,” Sunny announced, shaken. If Sunny was disturbed, then I’d every right to panic.
“Pack your shit!” I ordered Chey. She snorted at me even though she was scared.
“Check EMF fluctuations,” Callie said to Michelle. The threats and warnings kept coming as Michelle checked the base stats.
“It’s colder than it was, and the EMF keeps fluctuating. There’s something active here,” Michelle stated. Yeah, like we needed that confirmed.
The Spirit Box and Ovilus fell silent, and we looked around, each of us on guard.
“Tonight, we don’t split up,” Callie said.
