Hazel suppressed a groan of disdain. She already didn't like the basement. Oh well. It was the least she could do.

"Whoever goes into the kitchen should explore the drawers. I'm pretty sure I found a junk drawer in there, maybe on the island. Every kitchen has one. I bet we'll find matches or lighters or something."

Hazel turned and started toward the basement. Oh, this wasn't fair, going down there alone. With the hallway that connects to the outside... She clenched her fists and pulled the door open. They needed things down there. She tapped her phone light to life and started down the stairs, moving slowly.

The basement was somehow creepier than it was before. All at once, she hurried down the last couple stairs and over to a shelf that looked promising. Every few seconds Hazel looked over her shoulder at the hallway Terrance had come down earlier.