Terror forbade him to move.
Mark felt his stomach churning and turning into a knot. What were these bats doing here? Roosting? Mark couldn’t help but thinking of the other bats he’d met in the Dark Woods. He only hoped that these bats were about as meek as they seem.
Then he thought, no, the bats on the ceiling could not have possibly been roosting here. The entire room was sparkling clean when they walked in and there were no signs of droppings anywhere. They must have flown in only a moment ago. But why?