My dear husband sat next to me,all eyes' looking outside. Mr. McCail and his wife sat by the fireplace fear plastered on their faces. I now for certain that their faces must have mirrored my own. Again came the small tapping noise only more persistent, this time on the door. The chill and our fear growing more immense. Terror.
A wind came shooting down the fireplace nearly blowing it out. Joan McCain stood with a glassy look over her eyes'. Her husband Mr.McCain looked at her frightened trying to stop her. She made her way to the door, now nearly thrown off the hinges, by the persistence of the thingoutside. My husband, Lucas, jumped up to help restrain his brother's wife.
"Mary!" Shouts my husband, "help stop her!" The door, thrashing about, abruptly stops. Joan crumpled to the ground landing on her knees beside her husband. Slowly the door creeked open in walked a dark figure then a flash and thunder. The lightning illuminating the figures face. Adrian Hopewell was back.
