Even though it was pitch dark underground, Andrew's vision was sharper than most. He could just make out Axel stumbling backward, peeking around the corner with panic all over his face. He muttered something in a native dialect—probably a curse or two.

A second later, Andrew understood exactly what he was running from. Thick clumps of black hair appeared at the far end of the corridor.

Clinging to the ceiling with all four limbs, the Night Hag slowly crept into view, its grotesque face twist