She runs, he runs, they run

A demon rides the winds of the frequencies in the air. It travels, hopping to different dimensions. When it wants to, it will take control over a living thing. It will create a dismal scene, turmoil all around. The demon is coming.

Ltęl rhe I vôel hrè.


1. Coming home

The demon stops.

He stares.

He grins.



I remember coming home on that cold, dark evening. Youth group had been taking over my life in a way, for example, having a meeting every two days. I wondered why they didn't just do it once a week like other Youth groups, but that was besides the point. 

Touching the doorknob was a mistake. I shouldn't have even come home that day. I was actually planning to sleep over at Zooey's house, but her mother went into labor, so I couldn't go. My best friend was about to have a little sister, and I hoped she or he would like me in some way. Unlike everyone else. Nobody really understands my thoughts and actions, besides Zooey. She's always been there for me, and still is to this day.

I opened the door slowly, poking my head in. I turned my head around, looking to see if anyone was downstairs. My mother was probably taking a nap or something. I looked down and pulled my phone out of my pocket, replying to a message from some guy I knew. I stepped inside, still staring at my phone, closing the door behind me. The door alarm made a little beeping noise, like it always does when the door is closed. I texted the guy, and then heard a noise. The stairs, creaking. I lifted my head, and almost screamed. Instead of doing that, though, I gasped and slammed against the door behind me.

"God, mom! You scared the shit out of me!" I yelled. My mom had a devilish grin on her face. I just stared at her as she did to me, and she smiled bigger.

"How was your day?" She asked, sounding quite angry. I shifted my gaze to her hand, hiding in her robe pocket. She was obviously holding something.

"What's that in your pocket?"

"What the fuck did I just ask you? Answer me."

"God, sorry, jeez. My day was okay. Tori went into labor."

"Zooey's mother?"


"Well, good for her. I'm going back upstairs." She groaned, putting her foot on the step in front of her.

I raised my finger, about to lie about not having homework.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Andrew." She snarled.

"Woah, okay. I'll do my homework." My mom began to walk up the steps, and I lifted my head to see the innards of her pocket. 

What the fuck? 

She had a fucking cleaver in her giant robe pocket.

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