Chapter 20

Scott's steps had gotten faster; he could feel as though there are numbers of eyes pierced on him directly through his soul.

At this point, he didn't care where his legs would take him not until to a small degree, he came face to face to an old door—a familiar-looking door.

Furrows slowly formed on his forehead when he realized he was approaching the main door of Samantha's house.

Now, he's been caught in a loop. He somehow regretted entering the place. He moved right and reached to his back pack which is no longer there.

His shoulders dropped. "For the love of Christ," he groaned, scratching his nape in fury. Biting his bottom lip, he moved near the entrance. The most logical volition he has is to enter the house once again. It might be the evil entity that led him to come up to such a decision or his stupidity itself, nothing matters now as the moment he opened the door, an immense stench shook his entire body, freezing him at one pace—there's no turning back. The smell is someh