Jackson had just presented a brand-new game changing special ability to me.  As our minds struggled to comprehend the massive reach this special ability allowed us, a spine-tingling shrieking scream sliced through the air from downstairs.  It was our mom, something was wrong as neither of us had ever heard her scream like that before, hell, we had never heard a scream like that before from anyone or anything.  Instead of celebrating Jackson's new ability, we both launched from my bedroom and raced downstairs to see what was the matter. My worried eyes scanned the area for my mom.  She was still screaming, causing my vision to blur and my body to shake.  The adrenaline from the fact that she was going through something horrible hit me very hard.  The scream, cutting like a knife against my eardrum, grew louder and more intense but I was unable to see my mom.  The front do

In a literal standoff, the towering demon stood toe-to-toe with my little brother, Jackson.  Just visually, this match up seemed absolutely out of hand and unwinnable for the living.  This is a true lesson to never judge a book by its cover alone.  Visually, this was the type of fight no one even bothered to watch, did not need to spend their hard-earned money on, turned away so that they did not witness a literal murder.  Those people would miss out on the victory of all victories. Jackson stepped forward in response to the gigantic demon's advancement.  That was an unexpected response, as the demon widened its eyes and growled in frustration.  Jackson still clinched the self-made orb in his hand, tightly but with respect.  He knew this would be the game changing attacking device he needed to take down a demon that was lar

Jackson rested his head on my pillow as his eyes danced behind their lids.  Hopefully, he was having a very wholesome dream about life in the future where he was not a demon overlord or some sort of monster pulling the strings of the puppets he controlled and guided in an attempt to cause absolute horror.  I had just had an unfortunate encounter with Sarah Macly in my closet, stupid bitch inflicted some wild damage to my left arm.  At the time, pain was not even a thought, that luxury had passed quickly. This was one of the few fleeting times I was happy to have a hardwood floor as a highlight to my room.  Dark crimson blood drained down my forearm, paused on my fingertips after painting the lines of my palm, and dripped thickly to the floor.  Small explosions of dark red splattered on my floor, almost indistinguishable accents to the dark stained planks.  Now that I had hand

The capsules I took had begun churning around in my stomach and through my blood.  I was not warned of any sort of consequences the capsules could cause if taken during a time of physic distress.  The last time I took them, I transformed into an unrecognizable beast that could accomplish monumental feats.  Turns out, that was not going to be happening this time, my arm was severely damaged by a demon which presented a unique set of problems.   My phone vibrated; I could not tell what it said at all, but the vibration was insatiable.  Raising it to my ear slowly and precisely, I answered just in case it was an emergency.  Maybe it was God or maybe it was Lucifer, I was willing to roll the dice.  Turns out, it was not either of them but someone even more important to me deep in my heart. I said, "Hello...not a good time..

There was nothing we could do, Jackson and I, at this moment with Jennifer locked in my bedroom closet with the demon that killed her boyfriend, Sarah Macly.  I called her over here to help me and things ended up turning into a disastrous chain of events.  Jackson was working away to fix my arm from the trenches that Sarah dug into my forearm, but I had asked him to keep Jennifer away from the closet and Sarah.  That was all he had to do to help me while I fought off the brain fog from Sarah’s sneak attack. A litany of noises slithered from under the gap of the door, the little area between the door and the hardwood.  A lot of people do not know this but that little gap has a way of distorting noises to make them seem altered or something that they are not at all.  If someone that did not know what was going on had walked it, they would never have figured out what was happening.  That is why some kids end up getting scared in the middle of the n