That Awful Sound
Accompanying the icy gust was that same terrible clanking sound, as well as all manner of added maddening clattering. Christopher was petrified, and it took all his strength to will his body to move again. He was going to confront the shadowy force, no matter what the cost, and no trick was going to deter him any further. He felt like a soldier in a war, or a priest performing an exorcism.
That Awful Sound
Squealing Terror
Christopher cursed his own stubbornness as he stoically lumbered forward toward his final destination. Whatever was down there clearly did not want him coming to a step further, as the horrible clamor grew to a deafening squealing. It was like some terrible demon was wailing from the deepest depths of the underworld. Christopher’s ears were ringing, and he was on the verge of clamping his hands onto his ears to block the sensory assault out.
Squealing Terror
