Chapter 14

“Barrett!”

The next thing I remember was feeling his hands grabbing at me, the cold flood of water and Barrett shouting.

“Anson! Open your eyes.”

Had my eyes been shut? I felt myself shaking my head.

“No!” I called out and felt my hands scrambling for the knife. Something had his child, something evil. I saw the claw; saw its hold on her.

“Open your fucking eyes, goddammit!” Barrett yelled as he shook me.

I could smell blood, coppery and warm.