The room smelled like turpentine and cigarette smoke.
The room smelled like turpentine and cigarette smoke. Not a good sign. The hairs on the back of my neck pricked, and goosebumps ran down my arms. The smoke limited my vision, and I could barely see the outline of some chairs and a table not far away. I’d never entered this room before, but I was pretty sure that the last time Carter had come out into the hallway, there hadn’t been this smell or any smoke wafting out behind him. I left the door open- at least if the room caught fire, I’d still be able to run back out. On the other hand, the fire would be able to spread further… At that point I don’t think I’d care much if the whole building went up. Carter’d been pretty much shut into his rooms for the past week, and we were all a little worried about him by now. I’d volunteered to go find out what was going on, but now I was really regretting it. Carter was usually such a quiet guy- he always seemed like the ‘too nice’ type to me. For the first time, I began to consider getting our residence Don involved, and a few minutes later, I wished that I had. I must have shouted, because Luke and Jessica came bursting in, and I turned away to call 9-1-1.