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Coffin Hop #7

October is winding down and so is the Coffin Hop. If you haven’t visited all of the other wonderful blogs that are participating this year, you need to get on the ball. Go look around, enter some contests and leave a comment so they know you were there.

The story is also winding down. There are only two investigators and one monster left. If you missed any, you better go catch up before reading tomorrow’s explosive finale.

L. E. White

Feeding

Josh sat in the lotus position, his back against the wall. He kept his eyes unfocused, trying to visualize the aura of the room. Inside this image, the room was filled with a light fog and Josh was watching for something to move inside it.

Josh had been meditating and practicing magic since his junior year of high school. He had found Buckland’s big blue book on witchcraft at a second hand store and grabbed it for a couple of bucks. At that time, he thought it would be cool to have, until he met Katherine.

Katherine had been one of the only Goths in his tiny high school. She was dark and beautiful, but untouchable for most of the backwoods farm boys that went to school with her. She had seen the book in Josh’s locker and pounced on him. They started practicing together a couple of days later. They started sleeping together a couple of weeks later.

Josh kept practicing after he and Katherine split up. It helped him focus and kept him calm. Tonight, he thought that it might even help get the proof of the supernatural that they were supposed to be searching for.

There was a soft click from the door that almost knocked Josh out of his visualization. He assumed that it was Clare, but decided not to move. She could come in on her own, and if what she had told him about being a sensitive was true, he might get a glimpse of her aura as she entered.

The hinges creaked as the door was pushed open. A single, long, screeching sound bounced around the room, as the door slowly swung away from the wall.

In the door way stood a tall figure, bloated like an old road kill that had sat in the sun. A soft green glow spread out from the form, and it pushed Josh’s fog away as it lit the room. Josh felt the power of that light as the image in his head cleared. He did not turn, but he still stared at Connor’s face as their organizer floated into the room.

“Relax,” Connor said.

Josh felt the waves of power in Connor’s voice crash into him like a wave on the rocks. He felt a prickle of fear, and fought to keep his mind clear. Connor had only spoken a single word, yet it had made Josh feel like he should just slump down and take it easy.

Connor hung in the air, just inside the door way. He felt the pressure of Josh’s mind in the room, but he didn’t know what it was. He had never felt anything like this before and that scared him a little. The man was sitting on the floor, and Connor noticed that he did not turn to look in his direction. He cursed under his breath, and entered the room.

“You are different,” Connor said in a whisper.

“So are you,” Josh answered. “What are you?”

“A thing of troubled dreams.”

“You are fat.”

“Yes.”

“You weren’t when we came in.”

“No.”

Josh turned his head and looked at Connor. “What have you done?”

Connor smiled, and the light inside his body made his teeth glow. “I have fed well.”

Josh felt like someone had dripped ice water onto his back. He could feel the cold crawling down, making his skin prickle and his muscles tighten.

“You are finished feeding.”

Connor shook his head. He came to rest a step in front of Josh and settled onto the floor. He lowered down, assuming the lotus position, his distended belly resting in his lap so that he looked like a statue of the Buddha.

“You,” Connor said, curling his lip into a disgusted snarl, “cannot stop me. You don’t have the strength.”

“I will find it. I have to protect another.”

Connor’s mouth closed and his face relaxed. He took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, the light inside him flared. His veins lit up and his eyes began to shine like flashlights. The light was focused on Josh, and he began to shake as he felt his bubble of concentration collapse under the weight of the psychic attack.

“I usually fill my victims with fear and feed on their emotions until they die and I devour their souls,” Connor said. “But you have the mental fortitude to fight back, so I will show you respect by meeting you head on.”

Josh stared into the things eyes, squinting as the light grew brighter. He tried to visualize a circle of protection, and when that didn’t work, he tried to imagine a wall between them. He tried one thing after another, but each time, the green light would melt away the image in his vision.

Sweat broke out on Josh’s brow. He felt his pulse hammering in his temples, and started worrying that his head would explode from the force of his one heart. Pain stabbed in from his temples and he grunted from the strain.

“You are losing.”

Josh bit his lip and reached a hand into his pocket. He touched his index finger against the chunk of selenite

 

 

Connor grunted like he had just been hit in the stomach.

The pressure Josh felt relaxed and he sighed. He shifted, pulling the stone into his hand and squeezing his fingers around it.

Then, Connor hissed, and Josh rocked backward from the force of Connor’s will, smacking his head against the wall with a sharp crack.

“You cheated,” Connor said. “You weren’t supposed to bring in anything that might mess with our investigation.”

Josh whimpered and lifted his hands up to his temples. Blood started dripping from around his eyes and his body started seizing. The stone fell from his grip and bounced on the floor.

Connor stared at Josh, but didn’t move.

Josh continued to shake. His body jerked and blood dripped down his face. His last thought before the darkness closed in, was of Clare on the night that he had asked her to marry him.

Josh sat in the lotus position, his back against the wall. He kept his eyes unfocused, trying to visualize the aura of the room. Inside this image, the room was filled with a light fog and Josh was watching for something to move inside it.

Josh had been meditating and practicing magic since his junior year of high school. He had found Buckland’s big blue book on witchcraft at a second hand store and grabbed it for a couple of bucks. At that time, he thought it would be cool to have, until he met Katherine.

Katherine had been one of the only Goths in his tiny high school. She was dark and beautiful, but untouchable for most of the backwoods farm boys that went to school with her. She had seen the book in Josh’s locker and pounced on him. They started practicing together a couple of days later. They started sleeping together a couple of weeks later.

Josh kept practicing after he and Katherine split up. It helped him focus and kept him calm. Tonight, he thought that it might even help get the proof of the supernatural that they were supposed to be searching for.

There was a soft click from the door that almost knocked Josh out of his visualization. He assumed that it was Clare, but decided not to move. She could come in on her own, and if what she had told him about being a sensitive was true, he might get a glimpse of her aura as she entered.

The hinges creaked as the door was pushed open. A single, long, screeching sound bounced around the room, as the door slowly swung away from the wall.

In the door way stood a tall figure, bloated like an old road kill that had sat in the sun. A soft green glow spread out from the form, and it pushed Josh’s fog away as it lit the room. Josh felt the power of that light as the image in his head cleared. He did not turn, but he still stared at Connor’s face as their organizer floated into the room.

“Relax,” Connor said.

Josh felt the waves of power in Connor’s voice crash into him like a wave on the rocks. He felt a prickle of fear, and fought to keep his mind clear. Connor had only spoken a single word, yet it had made Josh feel like he should just slump down and take it easy.

Connor hung in the air, just inside the door way. He felt the pressure of Josh’s mind in the room, but he didn’t know what it was. He had never felt anything like this before and that scared him a little. The man was sitting on the floor, and Connor noticed that he did not turn to look in his direction. He cursed under his breath, and entered the room.

“You are different,” Connor said in a whisper.

“So are you,” Josh answered. “What are you?”

“A thing of troubled dreams.”

“You are fat.”

“Yes.”

“You weren’t when we came in.”

“No.”

Josh turned his head and looked at Connor. “What have you done?”

Connor smiled, and the light inside his body made his teeth glow. “I have fed well.”

Josh felt like someone had dripped ice water onto his back. He could feel the cold crawling down, making his skin prickle and his muscles tighten.

“You are finished feeding.”

Connor shook his head. He came to rest a step in front of Josh and settled onto the floor. He lowered down, assuming the lotus position, his distended belly resting in his lap so that he looked like a statue of the Buddha.

“You,” Connor said, curling his lip into a disgusted snarl, “cannot stop me. You don’t have the strength.”

“I will find it. I have to protect another.”

Connor’s mouth closed and his face relaxed. He took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, the light inside him flared. His veins lit up and his eyes began to shine like flashlights. The light was focused on Josh, and he began to shake as he felt his bubble of concentration collapse under the weight of the psychic attack.

“I usually fill my victims with fear and feed on their emotions until they die and I devour their souls,” Connor said. “But you have the mental fortitude to fight back, so I will show you respect by meeting you head on.”

Josh stared into the things eyes, squinting as the light grew brighter. He tried to visualize a circle of protection, and when that didn’t work, he tried to imagine a wall between them. He tried one thing after another, but each time, the green light would melt away the image in his vision.

Sweat broke out on Josh’s brow. He felt his pulse hammering in his temples, and started worrying that his head would explode from the force of his one heart. Pain stabbed in from his temples and he grunted from the strain.

“You are losing.”

Josh bit his lip and reached a hand into his pocket. He touched his index finger against the chunk of selenite

 

 

Connor grunted like he had just been hit in the stomach.

The pressure Josh felt relaxed and he sighed. He shifted, pulling the stone into his hand and squeezing his fingers around it.

Then, Connor hissed, and Josh rocked backward from the force of Connor’s will, smacking his head against the wall with a sharp crack.

“You cheated,” Connor said. “You weren’t supposed to bring in anything that might mess with our investigation.”

Josh whimpered and lifted his hands up to his temples. Blood started dripping from around his eyes and his body started seizing. The stone fell from his grip and bounced on the floor.

Connor stared at Josh, but didn’t move.

Josh continued to shake. His body jerked and blood dripped down his face. His last thought before the darkness closed in, was of Clare on the night that he had asked her to marry him.

***

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  1. afstewart
    October 30, 2014 at 2:37 PM

    Another terrific chapter.

  2. October 30, 2014 at 3:29 PM

    When I was reading it seemed one part was pasted on top of another part… I can’t wait for the end though!

  3. October 30, 2014 at 9:11 PM

    While I’m looking forward to the conclusion, I’m not looking forward to the end!

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