Tyler yelled and ripped the club from my hand as he stepped away. He tossed it into the corner then drew a small revolver from his coat pocket. “Don’t make me do it, Josh! If I have to I will! Just give me the idol and I’m out of here,” he said with the gun pointed at the center of my chest.
Even if it killed me, I was determined to go. My chances of survival hinged on finding out what this thing was.
When I looked to Tyler, the demon was behind him, patting him on the shoulder for a job well done. “This way we can be together,” Tyler said. With grim acceptance I nodded and continued my work.
From the second I got up, it seemed like everywhere I looked I could see him. Peeking out from the foot of the bed, from behind furniture and even through the windows. Sometimes it was his face if I closed my eyes, or even a fleeting glimpse of black wings or a tail going around a corner. The constant barrage of sightings had me questioning my sanity.
For the second time in as many days I fought to convince myself that I was indeed not crazy nor was my house suddenly haunted.
Frozen in terror, I couldn’t move when he lowered his massive head next to mine and rolled back his lips, exposing a mouth full of long, sharp teeth. The long, forked tongue flicked out and ran along the underside of my jaw, then snapped back inside.
“You’re kind of an ugly bastard, you know that.” Thankfully, it didn’t respond. If it did I think I’d have needed paramedics to restart my heart and not my girlfriend to take me to urgent care. The statue was disturbing, yet hypnotic, reminiscent of driving by a car wreck. You don’t want to look, but the scene almost demands your attention.
I recoiled slightly at the black rock inches from my face. Black dead eyes, a pig like nose and an open mouth with a long-forked tongue hanging down to its stomach. Two large sets of teeth, almost large enough to be tusks, protruded from the open mouth that was frozen in an eternal sneer. Normally creepy things don’t bother me. I love horror movies and books, but this was different, giving off and almost evil vibe. “Get it away.”
“No!” Kris yelled and stamped her foot, then tossed the bottle on the ground. “There is no way I’m going anywhere with you hung over like this. I’ll just tell everyone you weren’t feeling well. Which is technically the truth. I need to get going so we’ll continue this conversation about how much of an idiot you are later.” She stomped out the door while adding “Maybe,” under her breath.
