Demons from the attic

Fear that walks

The woods were quite except for the few rustling noises the passed every now and then. He brushed his fingers over his eyes to close them, he sat next to him and looked up at the empty sky with only a fake moon made out of souls trying to escape through the hells stairwell and the few stars that had fallen from earth to light up the night sky. The lanterns and lamps flickered back and forth swaying and dancing to the rhythm of the wind. Dante had been so out of it he had forgotten about the dead body remaining on the floor, he slowly lifted his head to see the body was gone, his eyes quickly examined the surroundings. His heart calmed as he saw a feral wolf behind a bush chewing away at something, Dante could see jacks hand peeking out the tips of the bush. His heart felt heavy as he looked back at Ryan who was now lifeless sitting in his chair peacefully as if he was sleeping after a long day of working out in the forest. his hands were gripped closed, Dante went to open them he held them gently as tears ran down his face, Dante noticed a bracelet around his wrist, Dante took it off, it was a key in an odd shape. He put the bracelet on, covered Ryan's body with the blanket that Dante was suppose to bring downstairs earlier, he then went off to dig the grave, a burial was necessary before the body reincarnated, it was an old fable but Dante didn't want to take any chances, he went around to the back of the house to the shed and went scratching in the back through cobwebs and other objects until he found and old shovel, he sighed and pulled it out, this was the last thing Dante would ever think he was going to do, he went to a large overgrown twisted tree and began digging. 3 hours had past and the hole was finally deep enough, Dante went over and grab Ryan lifeless body still wrapped in the blanket and he gently lowered him into the grave, he began throwing dirt over his body, it didn't take long before his body was entirely covered and the ground was level, Dante broke two branches off and tied them together with some string he found in the shed, he pressed the cross shaped sticks into the ground in front of Ryan's grave. Dante stood back for a while and let the breeze sneak through his clothes and hair he looked down at his hands that were covered in dust and dirt, he examined his wrist and saw how his veins had an inky black substance flowing through them, this is the beginning of losing your soul while you're in hell, the key swung back and forward like a pendulum, he now had to find out what this key was for.