Chapter 3: The First Case (Part 2)
It seemed to Jesse that if his heart beat any faster it would soon come bursting right out of his chest, yet as Smith faced the ghastly apparition that had once been Mrs Abbott he looked as though he were merely greeting an old friend.
“Let me guess”, he said, bringing one finger to his chin, “failed resurrection, right?”
His only response was another wail. Smith looked triumphant.
“I knew it!”
Harold’s lipless mouth twisted into a snarl and the chains rattled as he raised his spectral arm and emitted a high pitched shriek. The temperature in the room plummeted until Jesse could see his shallow, frightened breaths emerging as cloudy little puffs and his skin broke out in goosebumps. And still the shrieking continued.
“What a wonderful singing voice you have”, said Smith, and promptly found the air knocked from his lungs as Harold’s fist connected with his gut and sent him crashing back