Chapter 8
I opened my eyes and found total darkness. All I could hear was my ragged breathing, the harsh sound deadened the moment it left my mouth. I strained my eyes and ears, dreading the moment when Grimm would appear and confirm all my worst fears. Yet, conversely, I wanted him to hurry up and get it over with, to end the torturous build-up of terror inside me.
There was no sign of the lost soul that had brought me here or of Jonathon Grimm, but my surroundings slowly began to change. The darkness fencing me in softened, while wisps of mist wound their way through the air toward me. Wispy fingers of nether, they swirled around me, tasting, testing, but never touching. Yet I swear I could feel their clammy fingers on my soul.
They withdrew a short distance, forming an aisle for thei
