Chapter 89

I reached out and grasped Hazel by the shoulders. I gave a gentle shake to break the staring contest but she tried to swat me away. There were some advantages to being taller, and spending all day engaged in manual farm chores had finally put some muscle on my frame. I turned her and pointed out the window.

At that point Mr Morris remembered why he had ran up the stairs. "You don't understand, love. Those things are outside the gate."

Hazel and I kneeled on the window ledge and looked out. Below, in the approaching dusk, shuffled at least four of them. They stared at the thick door as though trying to remember how they worked. Push or pull?

If they figured it out, they would swarm into the enclosure. We all stared at each other, realising there was one other person down there who didn't know what waited outside. Someone who couldn't ascend the steep tower stairs or run.

Mrs Morris.

"Rachel!" Mr Morris screamed and ran for the door at the same time. His heavy boots and weight shook