Her mother was still deep in conversation with another woman. I dropped my towel and focused on the girl. I sucked in a breath, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I could feel the cold fingers of evil slide up my spine.
It was more a feeling that something wasn’t right. The strange feeling wasn’t directed toward the girl, although she was part of it. It grew like a growth, moving into my throat. I felt like I had a knot in the pit of my stomach. What is it about her? I can’t stop looking at her. I didn’t even babysit, except when my mother needed help. A whiny younger brother was all I needed. She was cute, at least as far as kids go. I watched her strawberry-blonde curls float around her in the water. I watched the children play, splashing and giggling as their mothers sat poolside, no doubt gossiping about the latest scandal in the neighborhood.Ī young girl, maybe six or seven years old, caught my eye. I loved autumn in Michigan, but it meant the end of swimming outdoors, which I preferred to the tiled, sterile pool at school. The leaves looked like someone had dripped orange and yellow paint on them. I looked at the trees surrounding the park while I squeezed water from my hair. It felt good after swimming in the pool’s cool water.
But the demons didn’t call him Devil, Satan, or even Lucifer. Jet-black hair, slicked back on his head, hung to his shoulders. His skin was ruddy, and his eyes glowed amber. They pulled me to their leader, who stood silently watching, adjusting the sleeves of his black robe as if he were bored. Their black nails bit into my arms, drawing blood. You’ll be so much happier with us, she hissed through her fangs. Muriel, help me, I gasped, trying to pull free. She grabbed my arms and held me for the demons. Her jaw protruded and her mouth filled with long, yellow teeth, which were pointed like daggers. They were dull, dead eyes.ĭon’t fight it, Milayna. Their gray skin was covered with a layer of dark ash that curled behind them as they ran, bringing with it the smell of sulfur and rotting flesh. Some demons had two horns-one next to each pointed ear-and some had just one in the center of their forehead. They looked like wood with the bark whittled away. No matter how fast or where I ran, they chased me.īrown, curling horns protruded from their heads.
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