“What was that?” I asked.
“Something is drawing closer,” answered Raven.
The house shuddered again, this time with a creaking tearing sound.
“That does not sound good,” I said.
“Don't you got it yet?” asked Raven, “Nothing about this situation is good.”
The house did it again. And again. It felt like it was being torn out of the ground.
“What kind of something?” Dad shouted. The noise was deafening.
“Haven't the foggiest.” Raven bellowed back. “But I'm in no rush to find out. The clocks! We have to reset the clocks.”
