Dolan hurried to Marilyn and lifted her from the corner, ignoring her attempts to defend herself with feeble punches.

He could feel the pressure rising and knew they only had seconds to survive. There was one place they might find shelter, but he was doubting their chances. He knew the enormous door at the end of the valley was open. He could see the door swing open in his mind’s eye and trusted the information.

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Once out of the house, he slipped the struggling woman on to his shoulder and ran for the door only fifty feet away.

Men were standing guard outside the door, forming a perimeter with weapons at the ready, but the officer standing in front of them was waving to Dolan.

Anthony was nearing the door as well, carrying a man as he stepped around the ghosts and neared the open door.

The ghost officer smiled at Dolan as he passed.