Game Time
Dermot cautioned forward as he looked around on hyper alert. Was this a joke? Was that all in his head? He felt sick to his stomach.
He wanted to run forward and scream out for little Alice, but he also knew that maybe that wasn’t the best decision. Afterall, he had no idea what he was walking into. Then as quickly as it disappeared, he heard the same voice that sent a shiver up his spine. Only this time it was closer.