Page 286 of Chaos has a Name
It was incredibly creepy in just the glow of the headlamps. Thankfully, they had a bigger lamp so the techs could work in some light.
“Light it up,” Callen said.
One of the techs put a portable light down, and hit the button to turn it on.
Oh, and this was a house of horrors.
There were spiders.
Centipedes.
And the wall of skulls.
If it didn’t give you the creeps, then you were a better man than Gene. He was freaking grossed out by what he was seeing.
And he wasn’t afraid of spiders.
This had to be torture for Elizabeth.
“Poor Elizabeth,” Callen whispered. He could see some of the blood on the floor, and that was likely where she’d been.
Gene agreed.
“This would freak me out. I can’t imagine waking up alone and bound in this monstrosity.”
He agreed there.
“Start collecting them,” Callen said. “I don’t want to be here longer than we have to. My idea of funsies is not hanging out in here, or making a walk back through the woods where two weirdos are using arrows to get some attention. It gets dark in the forest well before it does out in the open.”
That picked up the pace.
As the team started photographing, and bagging the skulls, the monotonous task ahead was daunting.
How were they supposed to figure out who all of these people were?
There had to be almost one hundred skulls.
Gene pointed his light further back in that opening, and that’s when he realized there was something there.
“CJ, do you see that? Or am I seeing things?” he asked, peering into the darkness.
Callen looked.
What he noticed was that there was something written in blood. At the angle they were at, it was difficult to read, so they moved closer.
Now, they knew where Elizabeth got it on her arm. She had to have leaned on it. The blood on the floor might be hers from the head wound.
‘You are angering The Hollow. The wrath of our ancestors is now upon you.’
Well, that’s not good.
Not.
At.
All.
“I don’t like this,” Gene whispered. “I think we just pointed this nightmare at ourselves.
