Chapter 4

I turned and realized Crispin had somehow sat up without me noticing.

His face was deathly pale, and he was staring right at me.

I instinctively took a step back.

But I quickly snapped out of it.

Even after someone died, their body could still jerk or move if something set it off.

Maybe it was the massage I just gave him that made Crispin's corpse sit up like that.

I held my hand near Crispin's mouth and nose, checking for any sign of breath.

He was not breathing.

I relaxed a little, but the knocking outside suddenly grew even…