I was just beginning to wonder where my wife was, and was about to ask when we heard a commotion coming from the cellar.
Oak was first to the cellar door, peering into the darkness below. “Edward,” he called out, but there was no reply. Turning to mum, he asked for a torch.
“It's down there,” she replied meekly. “But there's a lighter in the kitchen.” She brought it quickly, Oak snatching it from her hand and testing the flame.
He was about to descend when a long, ethereal moan came up out of the dark.
