Call of the Jersey Devil by Aurelio Voltaire

Author:Aurelio Voltaire
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Call of the Jersey Devil
ISBN: 9781939392015
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
Published: 2013-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Villy leapt to his feet, staring at the woman in the doorway. “Who the hell are you?”

“Who am I?” She yelled back indignantly. “This is my house! Who the hell are you?”

Villy rushed forward, his demeanor totally changed. “Oh! You’re Henry’s aunt!” A smile washed over his face as hope of getting out of the Pine Barrens (not to mention, not being eaten by monstrous ghouls) presented itself.

The comely woman smirked and raised an eyebrow. “You know my jackass nephew?” She tucked her shoulder-length brown hair behind her ears.

“He booked me to play a show here,” said Villy. “He said you gave him permission to use your cabin.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Typical!”

Villy pressed on, trying to get to the point. “It’s a long story. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Do you have a cell phone? Did you drive here? We have to get away…”

“There’s no time for that.” The woman spoke bluntly, pushing her way past him. She walked to the big wooden table and plunked down a messenger bag she had slung around her shoulder. The abrupt action mussed her red flannel shirt, exposing a tight, white tank top underneath that bulged in all of the right places. She examined the denizens of the room as she hurriedly fixed her shirt. Her eyes met with Stuey’s. He looked up and away awkwardly.

“You don’t understand!” pressed Villy. “There are… things out there! Like, some kind of fucked up zombie-like people!”

Stuey rose to his feet. “Yeah, and we saw some kind of weird creature, like a… flying demon!”

“We think it was the Jersey Devil.” Ari looked intently at the woman’s expression, as if fully expecting she’d think them all crazy, but the woman’s face didn’t change at all.

She nonchalantly undid the ties on her bag and replied without looking up. Her tone of voice had only mellowed, if anything. “Long legs? Wings? Ugly head?”

Ari nodded.

“Highly likely. I’ve sent him back to Hell a dozen times. Keeps coming back.”

Now, it was Villy, Ari, and Stuey who were looking at each other, expressions silently asking each other if this strange woman was the crazy one.

“Are you a witch, or something?” asked Villy.

“Yeah, you could say that.” She flipped open the front flap of her bag and reached inside. “Does this belong to any of you?”

Like a rabbit out of a hat, she extricated the severed head of Aleister. Everyone gasped as she placed it on the wooden table. Aleister opened his eyes to see he was amongst friends.

“Hi guys!” He beamed jovially and flashed a cheesy grin.

Stuey was the first to own up. “That’s our… friend. Aleister.”

“Nice friend you have,” scolded the woman. “He bit my ankle.”

Aleister’s eyes shot her a look of disdain. “Yeah, well, you nearly stepped on my head, you fat cow!”

“What can I tell you?” sang the lady. “Don’t loiter on my porch.”

“How did you get all of the way back to the porch?” Villy asked the disembodied head, his voice betraying how intrigued he was by this piece of information.

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