out in the middle of the night, tell“Can I ask you something? And ing me to bring the oddest of things be honest with me.” as far as your tastes are concerned, “Sure. What is it?” and now you mock me.” “Do you really think the ghost of August laughed. “I’m sorry, Grandpa August haunts this house? Cherian. Forgive me. Smithers, get towels please. I’ll wait. And, I assure December 19th 1964, 8:45pm you, there is something I need to Cherian turned to his friend. discuss with you that is of utmost “There is definitely something in importance.” this house, Augie. I feel it too. And while I cannot pinpoint this evil ‘till December 19th, 2006, 8:40pm we begin, I am glad that you have “I know why you called me, Peter. finally come around to calling me The history of this place is known to in on this. It may seem like necroeveryone here.” Jonathan remarked mancy or black magic to you, but as he dried himself up. “Yet, I am our methods are accurate and effecsurprised that you too have finally tive, I assure you.” succumbed to becoming a believer. August grimaced. “I only hope As I recall, you were always a sceptic I won’t be wrong by the end of the where ghosts were concerned. Oh, a night. There have been so many brandy would be swell Carruthers. odd incidents happening lately. Pets Thank you,” he said, taking the glass have disappeared. I found the skulls offered to him by the servant. of three cats in the attic. Smithers “I don’t know how much I believe, has been awakened on many a
“I feel as though some evil force is closing in on me.” to be frank,” Peter replied. “But I can’t deny that something is wrong with this place. And you can’t deny it too. I’ve only been here less than a day and already I feel as though some evil force is closing in on me. And I remembered how everyone used to mention your . . . well, talents.” “Ha ha ha. Talents. Is that what they call it, Peter? That’s a swell term to describe it, I guess.”
night by the sound of someone walking up and down the stairs, yet there is no one there when he investigates. I have begun to hear it too. I am not imagining things, Cherian. It is deafening in the silence of the night.” Cherian placed his arms on August’s broad shoulders, reassuring him. “Relax. If there is evil, we shall confront it, August. And we shall rid this house of it before the Crimson Fog - 11