Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Rituals pt. 14

Alana had been the one to act first. She spotted the window wells, the glass panes painted over an impenetrable black.

“We drive them out.” She gritted her teeth, and swung a rock at one of the windows. The glass shattered, and beams of light poured into the basement.

A hiss and a howl erupted from inside the building. Doug and I responded by following her lead, and began smashing the small windows that lined the bottom of the building. There weren’t many, but it was enough to get the results we had hoped for.

Soon the howls were so loud that we could barely hear ourselves think. Then we heard the first pop, and a spray of green-gray liquid splashed out through one of the shattered windows.


“I think we have their attention.” Doug wiped some sweat away from his forehead. 

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