Chapter 32: S2 Cole: The Studio

Ava Johansson

Ava makes her way to the storeroom, uncovers the cellar door, and then swings it open.

Her mother would've had a field day regarding her father holding a gun, much less owning one.

Mom wasn't exactly against them, but she wasn't pro-gun either.

Her mother had often said she had a healthy respect for them, but didn't want them in her home.

So, why did Pops own one now?

Holding her father's cell in her hand, she scrolls through the contacts until she comes across Cole's name.

The call rings twice.

A strange, otherworldly cry pierces the surrounding silence. It's followed by a low, throaty growl.

Ava kneels by the opening to the cellar, then she steps down.

"Hey, Ben. What's up?" Cole's voice booms in her ear.

"Cole," she says, barely above a whisper.

Two red, glowing eyes in the locker room peer at her through the dark.

The heel of her shoe slips on the metal bar, and she loses her grip on the ladder.