I took several deep breaths so I could speak again, but they snagged in my lungs at the sound coming from behind the door. Slow scratching down the length of it. Each one sent a chill along my spine.

Ramsey reached for the handle, but I grabbed his hand before he could open it.

"What are you doing?" I hissed.

"I just want to know what we're dealing with."

"That's not a good enough reason." I pulled on his hand even harder.

"If ...