Thread:ElectricFire 169/@comment-27357293-20161001192944/@comment-25867149-20161119195558

I just found my second chapter's draft:

The van pulled out to a juddering start outside the infamous apartment with a faint squeak. Ghost looked first at his partner, Johnny Toast, and then ahead, thinking of the offending house. How many times they had been called in to investigate things at that location, not including the false alarms. It was more times than Ghost cared to remember, mostly to maintain his ever-precarious grip on his own sanity. What horrors lurked beyond that foreboding door this time? No doubt something so horrifying as to defy any hope of description by methods both conventional and extreme. In their silence the two men shared a single, unspoken understanding about the house, and in particular the family that lived in it.

"Well... Do you think we should knock?" Toast said jocularly. Ghost gave him an arch look before walking up the drive with his companion following behind, pulling faux-karate moves and looking in every direction for traps of some kind. Ghost shook his head in exasperation as they reached the front door and knocked on the door.