Frank stared forward, tense.
"What did you see, William?"
William didn't lower his pistol, nor did he take his eyes off the spot in front of him.
"When I was standing there… I noticed a reflection on the floor," he said quietly. "A small shine between the wooden boards."
He swallowed.
"When I looked closer, I saw a small gap between the planks. The light was coming from there."
William slowly began stepping backward toward the chapel's entrance.
"And when I focused on it…" he continued, his voice tightening, "…I realized it wasn't a reflection."
Frank mirrored his movement, retreating slowly beside him.
"It was a pair of red eyes," William said. "Looking at me from beneath the floorboards."
At that moment Amaya was still farther inside the chapel, near the pews.
Suddenly—
CRACK!
A hand burst through the wooden floor from below, splintering the boards. The pale hand grabbed Amaya's leg and pulled.
