CHAPTER 24

The sight of the hospital made Joanna feel sick. They were walking straight into the devil’s lair.

What if the demon was expecting them? What if he had set a trap? It didn’t bear thinking about, but she couldn’t help it. Her nerves were in tatters.

“You sure you want to do this?” Stephen asked.

“It’s not a case of being sure; it’s more a case of having to. How else can I clear my name and let people know what’s going on.”

Stephen squeezed her hand. “Perhaps I should try to film them on my own, you know…” His tongue poked from the corner of his mouth.

Joanna shook her head. “There’s no way we’re splitting up. We’re in this together. I’m not going to wait out here, not knowing what’s going on.”

“I know, it’s just more risky for two of us.”

“Well we either go together, or not at all.”

Stephen sighed. “Okay.”

Joanna inhaled deeply, then exhaled. “Let’s do it.”

She opened the car door and stepped out. Light from the hospital bled across the tarmac. As she started walking, shadows danced on her periphery and her breath hitched in her throat. She spun around, staring at a patch of darkness to her left that her eyes eventually deciphered as being a small bush blowing in the slight breeze.

“What is it?” Stephen asked.

“Nothing. Just my eyes playing tricks on me.”

“There’s still time to back out.”

“No, there isn’t.”

They entered the hospital and made their way along the corridor towards the basement. Joanna just hoped they weren’t too late, and that the demons hadn’t already gathered.

Despite the late hour, people still wandered the hospital corridors. Joanna studied them all, looking for any sign of possession, ready to evade detection if she saw any indication of demon infestation.

She wondered how many people had already been taken over; how many more would succumb if she didn’t put a stop to it.

The overhead lights were too bright, made worse by her eyes, and she kept looking down to ease the discomfort.

Before long, they reached the door to the basement. Joanna eased it open and peered down the steps, ears attuned for any noise that would alert her to the demons presence.

Confident there was no one down there, she moved to start descending when Stephen gently pulled her back.

“I’ll go first, just in case,” he said, his expression grim.

Although she didn’t show it, Joanna was secretly pleased by Stephen’s chivalry. She stepped aside and watched as he started down the steps, water pistol drawn, then she followed.

She glanced at her watch as she walked. Less than an hour to go until the witching hour. She didn’t know whether her nerves – or her bladder – could stand the wait.

Once they reached the room where the meeting was planned, they settled into their hidey hole and made themselves as comfortable as they could under the circumstances.

Awkward as her position was, Joanna felt her legs going numb and she shifted to alleviate the discomfort. Each movement generated a noise that made her wince. If it happened when the demons were gathered, they would definitely be discovered.

The thought made her shake, which caused more noise as her foot knocked against the metal sides. Beside her, Stephen seemed calm as a Buddhist monk. Within such close proximity, they were virtually melded together and she could smell his aroma, an earthy smell, mingled with the coconut shampoo he used.

She wondered whether demons had a more acute sense of smell, whether they could sniff them out. Was that how they tracked them to the church? If it was, then they were in serious trouble.

“How you doing?” Stephen asked.

“Just great. How do you think I’m doing?”

“I’m only asking.”

Joanna thought the sound of their voices was too loud, and she winced. Even their breathing sounded amplified, as though rather than just the two of them, a whole congregation was hidden inside the cupboard, breaths roaring like a storm.

“Won’t be long now,” Stephen said.

That’s what she was afraid of.

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