Living The Dream (Nightmares are dreams too)

A Summoning

It was the middle of the week. Everything turned back to normal, colleagues excluding me, talking behind my back, and so on. I was on a date with Nate, went really well. He seemed to really like me. And I kinda liked him too. We texted everyday.

I listened to music while searching the dark web for suspicious activities. Well, rather supernatural activities. My foot tapped to the beat of the music. KPop again. I didn't understand much, only the English parts but it energized me. My fingers tapped on the keyboard as I found a strange looking Livestream. I started it. A young girl, strapped to a pole. A masked guy with a knife. Carefully carving symbols into her delicate exposed skin. I opened a drawer of my worktable and took out a book. It was about witchcraft. My hands flew over the pages of sacrificial rituals. There! Those were the symbols!
In a matter of seconds, I started to trace the location of the stream, called my boss and received permission to go and take him out. A few minutes later, I had his address, name and background. His name was Dexter Malung, 34. He works as a psychiatrist. The girl was probably a client. I scribbled down the info and left the room, heading for the garage. I do not own a car or a motorcycle myself but the agency had some just for this case. I grabbed my assigned helmet and jumped onto the metallic blue Suzuki 650s. I turned the key and started it up. With a roar, I drove out under the building, hacking the address into the Navi and hitting the gas.
Half an hour later, I turned right into a calm street. The surroundings didn't look like they could have been part of the horror, I had just watched happen. I stopped and got off the motorcycle, removed the helmet. I checked the position of the seven hidden knifes. All in place. Let's do this!

I rang the doorbell, put on a fake smile and waited. Nothing happened. Didn't think so. Well, I'd have to break in. I looked around, felt for anything suspicious. Nothing. Okay. Carefully, I went around the house and entered the garden. I listened closely, sharpened my senses. I heard her. Could almost smell the blood and sweat. Right beneath me. In the cellar. All right, she was still alive! I sneaked in through an open window. This house was furnished rather luxuriously. A lot of beige and brown. I hushed down the first steps I could find, following the smell of blood and iron. Downstairs was nothing unusual but that should have been clear form the beginning. Noone would have a sacrificial room just somewhere easily accessible. I followed the smell into a laundry room. Dead end. Yeah, as if.
My hands slithered over the walls, searching for little cracks. This wall felt thinner than the others. I put on a mask, hiding my hair under a cap. I took a few steps back. Then, in a swift motion, I kicked in the fake wall.