The Patron Saint of Monsters

Chapter Three Part Four

Oleander set the book she was reading for the umteenth time down and shoveled a few spoonfuls of cold lasagna into her mouth before grabbing her computer and beginning to research haunted houses and different remedies, she could not find anything about solving legitimate monster problems that weren’t fanfictions or urban legends, she had not realized how much time had passed because before she knew it her friends were in her room and getting comfortable on her bed.

“You really should lock your doors.” Trina chastised.

“There is no point.” Oleander responded without looking up from her computer.

“Um safety perhaps?” Trina said.

“I doubt there is anything a person could do to me that the monster, I mean Trent couldn’t do.” Oleander reasoned.

“But what if a different monster comes in?” Rebecca asked.

Oleander’s head shot up and all the girls blanched in terror, she swallowed hard and then replied with, “Let’s go lock all the doors.”

By the time the girls returned to Oleander’s room they were all terrified each one of them worried that they may have locked themselves into danger but too afraid to say anything. The girls sat back on her bed while Oleander stood and held up various outfits, asking them their opinion of what Ian would like best. During the fifth option Valerie noticed the large purple and green bruise that was decorating her forearm.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, “What happened?”

Oleander looked at the mark she had forgotten about, shrugging and answering with a nonchalant “Oh, I’m not sure. I woke up with it.”

Oleander’s three friends gave each other the same look, “It’s getting worse.” Trina said, the fear that colored her tone was palpable.

“I’m not sure that it was even him.” Oleander interjected attempting to calm them down.

“We have to take care of this.” Valerie declared.

“I was looking up things to do in this situation but I couldn't really find anything.” Oleander added.

“Last time we just made things up as we went along and added stuff we saw on tv, why not just do that again?” Rebecca asked.

"I think we should stop using television programs for reference and making up shit as we go along because last time all we fucking did was raise a demon." Trina snapped.

"Raise a demon and bond ourselves together as blood sisters forever." Valerie said wryly.

"We didn't raise him, he was already here. We just, I think we may have  made him stronger, and he isn’t even a demon.” Oleander told the girls.

“But isn’t he?” argued Trina.

“Maybe, we don’t know what he is and we can’t fix things until we figure it out.” Rebecca winced.

A chill suddenly hit the air, all of the girls shuddered again. They were all paralyzed with fear,

“We angered him.” Trina uttered with a shaky voice and shivering hands. “He must not like us talking about getting rid of him.”

None of them knew what to do, Trina looked as though she was about to burst into tears. No one said anything until Oleander burst into a laughter that bordered on hysteria. They thought that maybe she had snapped from prolonged stress and fear. It was not until Oleander shut the open window that the cool breeze had blew in from that they realized what she had found to be so funny. They began to laugh as well, giggling at their own melodramatic behavior.

Valerie deeply inhaled and then said “I think you should wear the black skirt to the party.”

Trina rolled her eyes because in her opinion, now really was not the time for fashion and flirtation advice.

‘How are we going to find out what Trent is?” She questioned failing to hide her irritation.

“I think we should ask him.” Rebecca suggested, eyeing the closest door that the Ouija board was hidden behind.