The Whispering Key

en blaze illuminated the chamber. The candles burn

visible weight. The whispers transformed into a single, u

he saw," it

the edges dissolving into darkness. She fell to her knees,

eared, she wasn't in

e, her hands gripping the edges as though bracing for something. Around her were three other people: a middle-aged m

ding. Her eyes were shut tight, her face pale and strai

panic etched into his features. "I didn't sig

ed, though her voice wave

m, where deep scratches were forming as though inflicted by invis

h the rosary cried, brea

started, but i

o materialized, a towering shadow that seemed to devour the light. Its form was indi

ut her voice was drowned

t. She was on the floor of the basement, gasping for air. T

pulling herself to her feet. The photographs w

er grandmother's ha

tection. Do not let it fa

She didn't know what her grandmother had been protecting-or

more dangerous tha