The last lantern held by the door to door evangelists winked out like a star dunked in a bucket.
For a moment, everything was back to pure silence. The sound of the creepy hymns had faded into the darkness along with the even creepier people, and finally, Lachlan was able to let out a soft sigh of relief.
It wasn't that he disagreed with anything that they had said, per se, but it was the way that they looked, the way that they spoke, how their voices were hallow… like their bodies were nothing more than a husk that made him shiver.
One thing was for sure; they needed to be gone before those people, that Fold, returned.
He leaned his shoulder to the farmhouse wall and let the stillness and the peace of the night press into his bones. He had originally been worried, thinking that something bad would happen at night. But if the Fold was the worst thing that the night threw at them, it wasn't all that bad.
He could deal with it.
