Chapter Sixteen: "Marie heard it as she stood up. A tapping. Soft, rhythmic, like morse code. Something intentional. The woman clutched the cart’s handle and searched her immediate vicinity, expecting to find one of Donnie’s lunatic followers crouched behind her, a sinister grin and a gleaming butcher knife drumming against the metal of the prep table to get her attention before striking. She pictured him licking his lips.”Remember, there are two types of people in this world.The Haunters and the Haunted.Which one are you?Follow me for updates!@theghostmodernistTheme song and music provided by Atrium Carceri and Cryo Chamber Music.https://cryochamber.bandcamp.com