It was instinct that led her to the rundown area. Or should she say Gramps guiding hand. Each turn she made the silver ball would either burn or remain cold. Quickly she realised that the burning meant she was close to her destination.
Mel found herself in a dilapidated area. Most of the houses were in dire need of fixing up, windows were boarded up, graffiti was everywhere not to mention burnt out cars and the traffic of litter. The atmosphere was one of hopelessness.
She grabbed the knife and bag of herbs and locked the car door. The necklace was almost burning her skin now that she was close. Though it didn’t disperse the knot of cold fear that had settled in her belly.
She had barely taken a few steps when she saw him, rather she saw a black shadow that seemed to engulf a young man. The black shadow was thick and seemed to ooze over the man’s body. Watching it made Melanie feel sick.
He must not have been much older than twenty five but the demon had done its work. His face was waxen and almost devoid of colour under the street lamp. His leather jacket hung off his shoulders, and he seemed on the verge of collapsing.
“Help me” he rasped, holding out his hand to her.
Melanie reacting on instinct grabbed his and was engulfed in blackness.
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Death Has A Name
ParanormalChildren 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. ************** ...
