"Where are they?" I whispered. He turned around and pointed out the window. They were both sat there on the chairs, silent.
"I'm not leaving you here overnight. There's no way I am taking those... those demons back home," Kyle said, adamantly.
That night, Kyle slept on a chair and the boys were left out in the waiting area. He offered for them to sleep in the same room as us, but they didn't answer. I hated the room I was in, there was a strong stench of antibacterial substances and the room was a disgusting dark brown colour. I just wanted to be back home, back how my life used to be before we agreed to look after them. Those monsters weren't my nephews.
I awoke again, in the middle of the night, to Kyle gently shaking my shoulders. "What?" I asked, sleepily. His face was white, he looked absolutely terrified. He grabbed my hand, helping me stand up. I could feel the bruises on my stomach flare up, sending a shocking pain around my waist. He carefully lifted up one of the blinds, leaving a gap small enough to peer through. He instructed me to look. I obliged.
Micah was awake, his eyes fixated on the wall opposite him. Nathaniel, however was facing us. I jumped back, scared. As I looked again, I realised he wasn't directly looking at us, more like through us. His eyes were bright and stood out like lights on a motorway at night. But what alarmed me more was the fact his lips were moving fast, as if he was whispering a curse. Kyle left the door open ajar so we could hear him. He kept repeating sentences in Latin over and over again, louder and louder.
"Shut the door," I ordered, "and lock it,"
YOU ARE READING
Mind Fires
HorrorWhen Tessa James agrees to take on her young nephews after they are removed from their mother, she thinks it will be a simple task. But when the boys' behaviour becomes abnormal, the reasons become clear as to why their mother neglected them. Tessa...
