Page 21 of The Asylum
“No idea. Considering how long we had to wait to investigate here, I reckon he has a lot of paranormal bookings. What are the odds he got complacent?” Michelle wondered.
“Possibly. Why don’t you take Phil? Freddie can replace him, and I can film my team?” I said to Callie.
Callie turned to look at me. “Why?”
“Because if something is found, it’s on camera and Phil knows how to turn it live and I don’t,” I replied.
We had our own dedicated website. If someone tried to shut Callie down, Phil could stream it live to our website.
Callie followed my train of thought before nodding. “Okay. I can hear cars. You lot get going,” she said, and I nodded. I hoped we’d find some answers because Callie hadn’t slept well last night at all.
Four hours later
“I’m gonna kill you!” I threatened Magic as we raced away from the isolation cells, which were slamming their doors shut. I could see the gate at the far end beginning to close, which would trap us. Magic flipped me his middle finger. How the hell had he snuck in a flamethrower? He’d burn the damn building down around us.
I hit the ground hard as Magic tackled me from behind, and my face bounced off the floor. Jack was holding the camera as I’d grabbed the flamethrower from Magic.
“Give me my weapon back!” Magic growled, sitting on my back and banging my head into the concrete floor.
“Magic! We don’t have time for this!” I yelled.
Magic continued to wrestle me as my eyes latched onto the door.
“Connor! Freddie run!” I bellowed. I saw them both hesitate, but a low moan filled with threat rumbled around us, and Freddie took to her heels. Connor tried to grab Magic off me, but the asshole was determined to get his flamethrower back.
“Run, Connor, now!” I ground out as I fought to get Magic off me. Fuckin’ lunatic. I thought shooting shadows would takesome beating, but a flamethrower won hands down! Connor raced through the barred gate just as it slammed shut.
“Sunny! It’s locked!” Connor shouted as he tried to open it.
“Guessed that,” I exclaimed as Magic finally moved off me.
“Something touched me,” Magic muttered, looking wildly around.
“Why the fuck do you think I was trying to get us out? You fuckin’ riled something, you stupid asshole!” I bellowed.
Magic’s glower would have terrified anyone else, but I was more scared of what waited in the darkness for us. Without a second thought, I threw Connor the flamethrower, relieved that Magic couldn’t burn the walls down and kill us. A dark laugh came from nowhere, and my skin crawled.
Magic sat up from where I’d dumped him on his ass, and his head swivelled. “What was that?”
“What do you think? You gave it all the big, cocky, asshole attitude, and you were warned not to bait spirits,” I hissed in annoyance.
“That idiot on TV does it, Tack Zoggins,” Magic grumbled.
“And he’s fake. He riles up entities to provoke a reaction and waltzes off, avoiding dealing with them again. The poor people he leaves behind do. He’s cruel, rude, ignorant, and I repeat, fake! He’s known to bully his team even when they’re frightened, and he tried to ruin the career of another investigative group. If you want to follow in his footsteps, then you can pack your shit now!” I shot back.
Magic pouted. What the fuck? A man his age and he sulked? Jesus, give me strength.
“I didn’t know.”
“You damn well did, Magic. You were warned several times by Connor and me tonight,” I spat. Was it me, or did it seem to get darker in here?
“What’s happening?” Magic questioned as he got to his feet.
I headed for the iron gate that had Connor and Freddie on one side and Magic and I trapped on the other.
“On the count of four, Connor, you push while Magic and I pull,” I said. The hairs on the back of my neck were starting to stand up, and my spine crawled. There was something down here with us. Thanks to Magic being a dick, we were locked in.
Scraping noises, like claws on a wall, echoed faintly, and Magic went rigid. “What the fuck is that?” he hissed.
