Blinding pain seared through his brain making him shout aloud in surprise. His voice echoed off the walls of the grimy little house.
His voice, he realised. His reaction not the demon’s. He twitched the fingers that were holding the handle to the front door. Elation hit him like a steam train. He was in control of his own body.
Quickly he turned around and headed for the street, aware of the howling in his brain and the tentative grip he had on his body.
He hadn’t got further than a few doors away from the child when a woman stepped out in front of him.
She was small in stature, but the energy that pulsated from her was big. Harper knew she was a witch, one that was incredibly strong.
“Help me.”
His hand reached out towards her.
She grasped his hand and everything went white.
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Death Has A Name
ParanormalneChildren are being brutally murdered. There's no evidence to link the murders except the way in which they are found. The police are sure they are dealing with a psychotic serial killer, but one person knows it's much more than that. ************** ...
