CHAPTER NINETEEN

“This is a bad idea,” I mutter to myself, walking through the tunnels, my entire body tense. “This is how all the people in horror movies die, Taylor.”

But even I can’t stop myself at this rate, not when I’m so close to the truth.

It’s hard to navigate the tunnels but as I run my hands along the walls, I’m able to feel the carvings more distinctly and I don’t have to stop to pause and remember which is which. Maybe the time I was stuck here did have some use. Because I know exactly where I am.

I hear a clattering sound in the distance, and I make my way towards it, mask clenched in one hand. I feel a trickle of sweat make its way down my spine and it takes every bit of courage to keep going. I don’t know what the plan is. I don’t even know if there is a plan. Should I just observe and tell someone what I saw so that we can ambush Derek later?

Because there is no way he didn’t throw this mask here.

But what if he catches me?

Should I turn around?

However, as these thoughts consu