I look at Jonah, who is holding out a sketch pad. I almost laugh out loud. Here we are, being tortured by a madman, and I’m going to draw a seagull in the midst of it all.
This is chilling in a way I can't fully describe. The suspense build-up slowly weaves in and crawls up you spine.
And what is up with that damn tree?? Is there anything up with the tree???
Has anyone read this before?