The Haunted House

Previously

…Noah grabbed Liam’s arm. “We can’t let it. Not yet. We need to regroup. Find what we need. If we’re going to survive this, we need to be smart. And we need to be ready.” Liam looked at the chaos around them, the shattered remnants of their peaceful retreat. He looked at his friends, their faces etched with fear, but also with a dawning, desperate resolve. He knew then that this was far from over. The house had claimed one of them, twisted her into something horrifying. And now, the battle for their souls, and their lives, had truly begun. The darkness had a name, a face, and it was wearing the skin of their friend. And it was hungry.