He was hired to calm the dead. The house on Berkley Street has other plans...
Carl gets paid to speak with the dead.
The house on Berkley Street is full of them.
But the ghosts aren’t the reason people don’t leave alive.
Someone wanted him here.
He just doesn’t know why yet.
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Meet Carl. He negotiates with the dead. The Andersons just hired him for the job that will change everything.
"They may kill you," Eloise said. "They don't like people. They don't like anyone."
He smiled at them, grabbed hold of the brass ring, and pulled the trapdoor open.
Carl took a deep breath to calm himself, and then descended the ladder into pure darkness.
The air was cold and stank of death, a smell Carl remembered vividly from the woods of France.
He closed the door to the root cellar behind him. He climbed down the rest of the way, found the dirt floor with his feet, and stood alone in the darkness.
Things moved around him.
Small things.
"Are you here?" Carl asked in a low voice.
The things stopped.
"Will you speak with me?"
Something scrambled up his leg, pierced his flesh with a sharp, cold sensation and then slipped away.
Carl bit back a scream.
An icy tongue dragged across his cheek, teeth nipped at his ears, and a hand wrapped itself in his hair.
Carl let his head be pulled back, his throat exposed.
Fingernails dragged across it and paused to grip his larynx tightly before letting go.
"What do you want?" a deep and powerful voice asked.