Before Neten could scream, the house went silent. The hum of the refrigerator died. The light on the ceiling vanished. The breaker had been tripped.
"Stay in the light," Neten whispered, his voice cracking. "The moment the power goes, we’re dead meat". Boo Men a neten
In the absolute blackness, a new sound emerged—the high-pitched, frantic whir of a chainsaw. Arnie was awake. Neten didn't look for the laptop. He didn't look for the telephone. He ran for the door, the sound of the chainsaw getting closer with every step, knowing that in RiverGlen, the Boo Men always collect their due. Before Neten could scream, the house went silent
Suddenly, the lights flickered. A heavy, rhythmic stomping echoed from the hallway above. The Troll . Neten froze. He knew the rules: if the Troll hears you, you're done. He crouched behind a marble sculpture, holding his breath until the vibrations faded. "Neten, over here!" a voice called from the dining room. The breaker had been tripped