Ava wasn't running any longer. “Stupid kid,” she muttered into the dark. There were certainly no cats in this creepy place. The footsteps of the tour group faded away and they both stared in the opposite direction, where they'd seen the redhead sneak off. The light from her phone didn't extend far in this place, so heavy was the darkness around them.

"The French have always had an odd form of reverence,” said Abe with a nervous glance at the walls, which were lined from floor to ceiling with human skulls and femur bones. Ava squinted forward as they walked, trying to catch a glimpse of --

“Did you hear that?" The clicking sound echoed in the halls. Abe squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “I'm fine,” she hissed, and brushed his hand away.

"Okaaaay," he said sarcastically, "well-done, you, I suppose?"

She rolled her eyes and shined the light at him. "I'm just saying, I don't need a pat on the back!"

Abe held up his hands against the bright glare. "Ava, I didn't touch you." .

Ava felt the blood drain from her face. She whirled around and scanned the passage, but it was empty.

Click-click.