Total and complete darkness squeezed my breath into gasps. Whatever prowled this room was probably skulking up to me to deliver the final smash that would end me right then.

I wasn't ready, for death or for attempting to communicate with ghosts. This had been a stupid idea.

"Fuck," I moaned and fluttered my hand over my pocket. I could end this now. The idea of snatching up the iron made me salivate but I resisted. I wasn't dead yet.

A light in the center of ...