The Mystery at Sag Bridge

Chapter 31

"And if we find a tunnel?"

"A shovel maybe, if we need to uncover or move something, or run into crap."

"We'd better bring a long tape measure, a notepad and pencil. And don't forget the camera," Cora added.

"I don't know why you need that, but whatever. We're not going past any obstructions, right? If it looks crumbly or dangerous, we stop?" He watched her face.

"Uh, yeah...," Cora dithered. "I mean, what if we can see something just ahead? We can decide while we're in there, right?"

Cisco shook his head. "I should be used to this by now-you're gonna do what you're gonna do. Be sure to take the cell phone, at least, in case the whole thing comes down on us and one of us is still alive to use it," he stipulated. "And a baseball bat, in case we find rats in there!"

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Cisco and Cora went home to change clothes and pick up supplies. When the garage door opened it revealed Cisco's golf bag, empty of clubs, in the middle of the garage floor. Open-mouthed, their attention fixed on a club protruding through the garage wall into the family room on the other side. It was bent and twisted at angles that held it firmly in place. Eerily, the wall itself was undamaged-the handle of the club stuck through the wall as if it was growing there.

"I'm afraid to go inside to see the rest of the house," Cora said, her voice weak and shaky. Her legs were shaky too.

"Have to face it sooner or later," Cisco murmured. He put an arm around her. "Ready?"

The mess, an understatement, was mostly confined to the family room. A mass of twisted golf clubs were scattered on the floor, curled around the light fixture, buried in Cisco's favorite chair. One was seen through a window, twined through the deck railing. Pictures previously hung on the wall were now in a neat stack at the opposite end of the room. The wall was also unscathed, the head end of the golf club through the garage wall similarly bent and twisted on this side.

Cisco stared, transfixed, while Cora looked around. "It all seems to be in this room."

"Only my clubs are damaged, nothing else," Cisco said woodenly.

"Why did she leave the bag in the garage and wreck the clubs in here?" Cora said, bewildered.

"She didn't. She made them come through the wall. She left the bag in the garage and one club in the wall to be sure we knew. Even took the pictures off the wall and piled them." Clearly Cisco had no further doubts about Angel or her abilities. "She wants to be sure we know her powers are greater than ours-the extent she'll go to if we don't obey her. That's what this is about."

"What set her off?"

"She knows I read Father's books, how poltergeists and spirits can penetrate walls. It has to do with absence of time, parallel worlds, energy transference, living in two planes...I don't know." He scratched the back of his neck. "I don't know how it happens, but this warning is for me, because she saw me reading about supernatural powers and behavior."