Previously, in BLACK DOOR: The team barely escapes the nightmare door in the theater.  A gigantic hellhound follows them back, barely held in check by a terrifying and mysterious white-clad giant, who gives them a precious few seconds to escape to the street ahead of the monster dog…

Garrett crouched on the sidewalk, clutching at the dirty concrete as if it were a lifeline. It was real, after all, real in a sense he could grasp and believe. It steadied him.

He held to that for a second or two, then forcibly pushed it away. His men. The mission. He shook off the nightmare, literally wagged his head like a wet dog, then pushed his mind back into the game. Top was as bad off as he, Sizemore little more than walking wounded. But Clarkson stood ov...

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