Chapter 7

The first one hit the door at a run. The whole frame jumped. Dust sheeted down from the rafters. I shoved myself upright and dragged the rotted pews across the floor, stacking them against the door with hands that had stopped obeying me. Splinters drove under my nails. I didn't feel them. The second impact split the top board. Through the gap I saw an eye. Yellow. Crusted. Nothing behind it but hunger. I found an old iron candle stand and tore the base off it. Three feet of rusted metal....