Chapter 7 - Whispers in the Dark
Trapped in the subterranean vault, Julian slammed his shoulder against the solid wood door, but the reinforced iron frame refused to budge. Above him, a small iron ventilation grate rattled, and the small face of Mia appeared against the bars. "You shouldn't have opened the door, Julian," the little girl said softly, her voice echoing strangely through the narrow chute. "She locked us both in here when we were little, but today is the day she trades places for good." Julian backed away from the door, his breath hitched in his throat. "Mia, who locked you in here? Who is upstairs right now?" Mia leaned closer to the grate, her dark eyes reflecting the dim light. "The woman in the car isn't Clara," she whispered. "Clara is in the walls."
