Brogan had recognized one of the men he had seen at the window - he knew that face with a fond feeling of recollection and something within his heart compelled him to go and greet him, face to face.
No sooner was he outside and into the grounds the clamour began. Wraiths came to him from all over and like an enormous bee stack attached to the hive, layers of ghostly beings clung to each other around him.
He felt nothing ... It all went dark ... Brogan faintly heard a squeal coming from high up in the house, and it sounded like Marley.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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