Condemned To Hell (Sequel to Demon's Curse)

Chapter 7

He searched the kitchen for the sharpest weapon he could find. It was a lot more difficult finding any utensils in a church than he had thought. Of course, he knew it would be worthless but it was a last attempt. The man had grabbed a few other things and placed them on the counter.

"Book, water, cross necklace, knife, robes." He pointed to each item and mentally marking down a list. "What else?" The man scratched the top of his head. Inhaling sharply, he gathered everything and made his way to the front doors.

"Please God, let me get out of here safely." He whispered a prayer. The man stood a few feet away from the door breathing heavily. His heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. He mumbled one last prayer he's learned in the past few days of being stuck in a church. It was the only place that could keep the demon away.

Pushing the front doors open, the moonlight illuminated the earth. The cold fresh air felt refreshing. He felt a lot calmer but that quickly subsided. Clenching the necklace in one hand and the knife in the other, he made his way to the white picket fence.

It was too quiet and it made him feel more uneasy. "H-hello?" He said quietly. Nothing moved or made a sound. He stood a few inches from the gates. The man looked around deciding his choices. There was no one around and he only has one choice.

"I can't live in a church for the rest of my life." He groaned. It would be too risky if the man got caught and thrown in jail. That demon could easily get him which is how he made the deal in the first place. Taking deep breaths, he rushed out of the property and walked quickly. "So far, so good." He said and quickened his pace. He already traveled a few blocks without anything happening.

With a twisted smile on his face, he made his way what would be called home. It was a rundown apartment duplex in a worst part of the neighborhood. The man quickly got inside and closed and locked a few deadbolts and the doorknob. He stood there quietly listening for any sound but it was absolutely silent.

He laughed hysterically. "I made it! I'm free." He turned around to face his filthy home. Dirty clothes, rotten food, mold, and a layer of dust was everywhere. Its clearly been awhile since anyone had lived here. His heart nearly pounded out of his chest. On a chair, sat a tall man wearing an all black suit with creepers, his elbows rest on the arms of a chair, and his fingers intertwined and covering half of his lower face.

Once the tall man saw the other turned around, his eyes glowed brightly red with anticipation. He lowered his tattooed hands to reveal three lip piercings. His black straight hair was actually tied back for once. "Hello, my friend. Welcome home." He smiled evilly.

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I'm going to GreenBay, Wisconsin this week for a business trip. I won't be back home until next Tuesday so I may or may not be able to update upcoming Sunday. Anybody from around that area? 😊