Chapter 39: Ashton, Part 2

The moon hung heavy in the sky, and a chilly wind blew across the beach, as Ashton walked to the dilapidated house. It sat back in a scraggle of grass, surrounded by a broken fence. A garage had collapsed to the right of it, and from the look of the house it could go at any moment. The roof already looked like a monster had peeled shingles off sharpening its claws. The place was an eyesore, one that neighbors had long complained about. If only they knew what was hiding in it now.

Ashton trudged across the litter strewn yard, tugged open the rusty screen door, and slumped inside. The rooms were cluttered with broken furniture and old junk. The floors crunched under foot with a mixture of garbage, bits of plaster, mouse droppings and the occasional hardy roach.