"Go?" Chloe found herself shaking her head. They could reach the basement door, but the basement led to Lyle House, and how would she explain Martin to the nurses? "Go..." Panic seized at her as she backed up and away from him, ignoring the chilling hands that tugged at her clothes.

What if this was just in her head? What if she crawled back out and everything had just been a hallucination? She wasn't a necromancer. She was just schizophrenic. That was the diagnosis the doctors had given her. Not special, but crazy.

A body crawled over her again, and she clenched her teeth together as she pressed her hand to its face and closed her eyes. Had to imagine releasing his spirit, tugging it free from this prison. Gently, she pulled and breathed out until it was nothing more than a corpse again.

Chloe wasn't crazy, and she wasn't going to let herself start thinking that. "Martin, wait. How did you even get in here?"