Chapter 6

“Number 666,” Chris said, hesitantly, tugging at the creased edges of his loincloth. He watched a lot of horror movies. “I really don’t think…”

But Bren had already rapped on the door, although none of us followed it up with a cry of “Trick-or-treat!” In the silence following the sharp knocking, we heard an uneven step in the hallway inside the flat. Step, drag. Step, drag. The latch clicked, a loud sound in the quiet corridor. The door started to open slowly, with a soft, crawling creak.

A creaking door? In this magnificently maintained place? I frowned, puzzled.

Bren cleared his throat, and there was a soft exhalation of breath from Chris behind him. The light beyond the doorway was dim, and the person appearing in front of it was momentarily silhouetted. Then the head thrust forward to face us.