I’ve been going along here this summer, busy, busy, busy writing and editing. Yesterday, a story came along that I’m tentatively going to call A Demon for Time. Right now it’s probably going to end up novella length, 20 to 30k words or so. And to start I’m going to post, chapter by chapter, as it comes along.
**Standard disclaimer: this work is totally unedited, written 7-17/18-13, story may or may not change by the time it goes to ‘print’**
I was thirteen when my first, only and last séance made me a believer of ghosts. The possession that followed gave me intimate awareness of the demons that came with them. Demons that come through a person to get into the world turns that person into a toe dancer, board stiff, finger tendons strung tight. It lifts them up off the ground or floor in this case, into the air by the swiftness of its passage.
Ghosts and demons. One after, and sometimes with, the other. It all made me know that I wouldn’t ever pick up another Ouija board, ever in my life. It didn’t inform me that I would one day become a demon hunter.
I found out fast, at that young, tender age, before there were boys even, that the dead weren’t especially fond of the living. Most of them hated us with a passion. Hated us for breathing. Continue reading