‘What’s the matter?’ he asked.
Mark shook his head. ‘It’s like it doesn’t want me to look at it. I have to really concentrate to see it. If I don’t, it’s like the door is only something in the corner of my eye. My brain registers that it’s there, but it just doesn’t really see it.’ Every word Mark spoke as he stared at the door seemed to take extraordinary effort. His strained breath made it sound like there was little to no oxygen left in his lungs. ‘Is it the same for you?’ Mark asked, finally turning away from the door, the tension wracking his body quickly dissipating as he did so.
Alan could see the door all too clearly. In fact, he could almost feel a vibrational presence emanating from behind it. Could someone be down there? ‘Not in the slightest,’ he replied. He turned back to
