I’ve nothing to say other than Charlie got what he deserved.
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“They’re coming,” Randy whispered down the stairs. “Get ready.”
Charlie crouched beside the door and waited patiently for the others to enter the decrepit church.
Leon and Kyle stopped just outside.
“Can’t we just say we went in?”
“We gotta take something from inside. You know that.”
Kyle lifted his heavy boot and planted it beside the doorknob. The rotted wood gave way easily and the door shot open.
The knob smashed into Charlie’s ribs and a pained howl erupted from his mouth. Leon and Kyle ran away screaming for their lives, sure they’d angered the ghosts inside.