Page 194 of Chaos has a Name
As they continued to hear the animalistic screams from deep within the woods surrounding them, it was becoming more and more difficult to pretend it was a coyote.
The team was clearly not buying it. At some point, they’d all start to freak out—much like she was doing.
Gene was already sticking close, as he was doing some research that he’d asked her to handle.
Ivan was practically up her ass.
Whatever this thing was, it didn’t feel…worldly, and she wasn’t sure if that was its plan to screw with her, or if it was just the energy the reservation was giving off.
To protect herself, even though it was stupid, she whispered words she rarely said.
“Timothy, if you can hear me, help keep us safe. Something is here. Something evil. I can feel it in my bones. Help us survive this.”
All she could hope was the man’s spirit was floating around, watching over them.
Then, she got her answer.
As soon as it was whispered, the reservation came alive, and she turned in a circle, scanning the area.
Yeah, they had a problem.
They.
Were.
Prey.
Clearly, Timothy was around, and he was warning her that her gut feeling wasn’t wrong.
As she focused on the trees around them, Ivan was doing the same exact thing.
Something made her move closer to her husband. With Chris in the bone pit, she felt the overwhelming need to stand near him.
Just.
In.
Case.
When Ivan stared over at her, she knew he was making sure she was safe. The look on his face said it all.
“You good?” he asked.
She shook her head no.
There was nothing good about this. He could bet on that.
Her answer rattled him.
Oh, hell.
He didn’t want to hear that.
Honestly, Ivan wasn’t a superstitious person, but this place was making him hella paranoid.
Every now and again, he swore he heard sticks cracking in the trees around him. Only, they were in random locations.
They switched sides of the camping area.
