The umbrella began to glimmer in the now showing moon light. The ctas danced off the umbrella in a tranquil state, until they turned into black cats with glowing yellow eyes. The umbrella started shooting out beams of lightning; oddly they resembled the same lightning that struck the old lady. The bolts of lightning where shooting in all directions. One shot directly towards Henry, and he dove to the side in order to not get shot. Henry was dazed on the floor, when one of the bolts hit Mikey. Mikey vanished only leaving a pile of ashes. "No, what did she do to deserve this? She didn't do anything to you, you old hag!" Henry screamed into the open air not caring if he was struck also. The bolts dimmed down and the umbrella returned to a normal state. He picked up the umbrella and it he managed to see the engraving, Erza, before it turned into ashes in his hands. Henry was determined to find out who this Erza was and how he could bring Mikey back, if it was even possible. He knew he had to get her back because, in the last second before the chaos brought by the umbrella, Henry had felt a heartbeat coming from Mikey.
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Super Superstition
General FictionThe story of how a man can be cruel, but care so much, how every superstition can be a blessing and a curse, and how one good deed can save a life.
