Gelbaugh said. “It’s two inches of solid wood.”“The hinges are on the other side, too,” Wayne said. He jammed a screwdriver into the catch, but even if he managed to trip the tumblers, the upper deadbolt was secure. His tool kit would do no good.The two men stood shoulder to shoulder on the stair landing, having felt their way up the banister in the dark. The rest of the group waited below, talking in low, frantic whispers. The furnace was now behaving itself, but Wayne didn’t trust it. Gelbaugh had posited a theory on the cumulative telekinetic powers of the group, a magnified form of wishful thinking, but even Cappie had dismissed that one.“The work of demons,” Amelia George said. In the dark, her disembodied voice took on a creepy authority.“Get us out of here, Digger,” a woman said, in a near panic.“Be reasonable,” Gelbaugh said from his perch, as Wayne continued rattling the lock. “If demons were here, why would they play tricks with pyrotechnics? Why not just turn the basement into a boiling puddle of Napalm and be done with it?”“Because they want you to believe,”
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