Why he thought that the door would budge under his forceful prodding this time when it had refused to budge the last five times was a mystery to him. The door was firmly sealed from the outside and they were very cleverly trapped on the inside. No use lamenting, no use pushing or prodding it. The ghosts had tired of waiting on them. They now had every intention of ending the cat and mouse game currently underway. Janice’s prediction showed every sign of coming true. They would be shut down one by one in the next few minutes. But why? Jasper couldn’t imagine — well, he could — but since only crazy dogs sat uselessly baying at the moon, he decided he wasn’t wasting his energy worrying when he might need that energy for something more important, like his and Muriel’s survival. Something was coming, something bad. Every nerve ending in his body told him so. What had happened to Adrian and Janice? A tattoo along his right temple had him suddenly wincing.
