Chapter 9 House Call

• The iron door of the old safe hung slightly open. From that tiny gap came not just darkness, but a thick, hungry weight. It reeked of burnt wires, deep ocean mud, and something beyond the world.
• Marlow Reed’s right hand, controlled by the frightened mind of his dead body’s original owner, hovered near the opening.
• With a sharp mental push, Marlow used his left shoulder to block his own arm. He threw his full weight against the door. Metal groaned. It snapped shut with a loud CRACK. He spun the rusted dial, sealing the dark inside. His pulse flickered in his chest.