Chapter 3
The food must have calmed something deep within him to allow him to sleep. When Beau next awakened, the light coming in through his windows was wan, watery, the shadows long. The house, as before, was silent all around him, as if he had come to here alone—as if the place, indeed, had some sort of supernatural life of its own.
Beau found he could now sit up in bed with no pain other than a slightly annoying headache. Cautiously, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and placed his feet on the floor. So far, so good. Testing himself, and keeping his hands braced on the mattress behind him, he tentatively stood.
And it was all right. The floor did not tilt; the room did not spin. The contents of his stomach stayed put.
Another urge came upon him, with a vengeance—the need t
