Chapter 11

A loud hiss vibrated in his head. He raised both hands halfway but paused to keep the hand holding the rabbit foot in front of him. Dangling in the air because the thought of bringing it closer made his skin crawl with revolt.

“I command thee by the light that weaves all space, say your name!” Cyrus said. The room vibrated and rocked, making a few debris fall from the ceiling.

The impact rocked the bed and Cyrus is forced to take a step toward the edge of the bed where a ghost with gray-black energy coursing through its body crouches at the edge of the salt barrier.

The spirit, a man dripping black blood with the markings of a missing oxygen mask, grinned. Its nose was cut out in a way that the inner bone showed with a mouth that lacked several teeth. The grin forced the taste of bile to the surface of Cyrus's tongue. It was that disgusting.

Arnorld,” it said, calling its own name. The word drifted into the air and settled.

It reached out at lightning speed to grab Cyrus but an invi