Malevolent

Part Twenty

"What are you talking about, Mr. Anderson?", Samantha said as her voice started to get more sleepier and lighter.

"Just be ready tomorrow at 10 AM", Mike said. He took a look at his phone and swiped his fingertip over it hanging up the line.

He stood up and almost lost his balance. He leaned on the wall trying to catch his balance and shook his head a few times to get rid of the dizziness then when he felt stable again, he turned around to see that the demon didn't go anywhere. It was still there.

Mike didn't take any hesitations so he hurled toward the demon, carless of the consequences but he saw something unusual. Mike squinted his eyes and saw a curl on the corner of the demon's mouth.

It was smiling, probably.

Then after the smile was done, the demon raised its hands in the air and howled some words in a language Mike couldn't address.

"You're not going anywhere", said the demon in his low, yet heavy voice. Did he perceive that Mike was about to go and save his son?

Did he perceive that Mike was going to save everyone?

If Mike was incapable of saving everyone's soul, then why would the creature that's from far beyond try to stop him?

"You're not going to stop me", Mike said as he threw himself toward the demon expecting to pass through his aura and hit him right in the stomach, but Mike was wrong.

The aura seemed like a big crystal circle. It emerged a big force from it making Mike fly to the end of the hallway. He fell hard on his back that cracking voices filled the place.

He let out a few urgh's and ouch's as he tried to stand up again. It seemed almost impossible but he did it anyway.

Mike looked over his right shoulder at the window to see that it was raining outside. It was more like of a storm.

But it was a simple storm. Not very harsh.

The demon disappeared suddenly into thin air.

It was nowhere in sight.

Mike heard mumbles from the end of the hallway. Mumbles he heard before. Mumbles of a person he knows. It was a voice he also recognized but couldn't figure out who it belonged to.

He ran toward the end of the hallway and finally figured out who that person was.

It was the girl he saw a few weeks ago in living room in the middle of the night but this time she looked extremely familiar.

She was flying in the middle of the sour air that was filling the house. Mike almost gagged but he forced it back. Her white dress was shredded from the bottom. The shreds were floating in different directions.

Her sleeves were floating upon her hands. Everything about her was floating; even her hair like someone is blowing air from beneath.

Mike took a glance at her face and gasped.

Miranda.

"Help me, father", she said. Suddenly, her innocent face turned into a demonic face. Her skin melted upon her face causing her skull to be revealed.

Blood filled her dress then it got ignited out of nowhere. Miranda started screaming in pain. In severe pain. A pain that was too much for her tiny body.

"Miranda!", Mike screamed. He stretched out his hand toward her and took a few steps forward until he hit the railings of the stairs. He stumbled on one of the stairs and tumbled around toward the ground.