Friday Nightmares by Corey Edward

Author:Corey Edward [Edward, Corey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: FyreSyde Publishing

Twelve

Like An Egyptian

During the day, the Boston Museum of Ancient History was an inviting place that beckoned onlookers to discover the mysteries hidden away inside its walls. At night, it transformed into an imposing fortress that screamed for those same people to stay away — or else. Even Rusty felt wary as we crept up to the edges of the parking lot, doing our best to remain unseen.

“So this is it,” muttered Frankie. “Looks creepy. Now I know why I never go.”

“You never go because you hate history,” said Enisa. “Henry, how’re we going to sneak in there without getting caught? The place is probably covered with cameras and alarms.”

“I’m way ahead of you,” I said. I reached into my bag and pulled out a little brown box. I almost opened it up, but decided to offer an explanation to them first so as to prepare them for what was inside. “In this box, I have something called a Hand of Glory.”

“A hand?” Frankie said. “Like… an actual hand from a real-life man?”

“No. An actual hand from a real dead man.”

“Tell me you’re kidding,” said Enisa.

“I’m not. It’s the mummified hand of a man who was killed long ago in a hanging. And it has powerful magical properties.”

“Where on Earth did you get one of those?”

“Walmart, probably,” said Frankie. “They sell everything, bro.”

“My dad had a few of them in the storage closet at the office. It’s often used by thieves and spies so they can remain hidden during a job. Once you light the wicks on each of its fingers, you’ll evade detection from any mortal, Spellcrafter, or Darkon so long as you stand in the light cast by its glow. If anyone takes even one step out of the range of its light or the candle goes out, we’ll all become visible. That includes you, Rusty. Everyone got it?”

“Got it,” Molly said. “As gross as it is.”

“Good.” I opened the box and withdrew the gnarled, browned hand. It was hard to the touch, being mummified, and almost felt artificial. There wasn’t a stench, but it was still a bit nasty. “Anyone want to carry this guy for me? I might need my hands to cast a spell.”

Silence. That part didn’t surprise me.

“I totally would, Henry, but, uh… my own hands are tied with the Shades,” said Frankie.

“The… Shades?” I repeated.

“That’s what I’m calling these bad boys.” He moved aside his flannel to reveal the shears he’d used to combat the Predator, hooked to the loop of his belt. “And you can call me Frankie the Darkon Slayer. I may not be a blonde chick, but I am a badass Japanese dude.”

“Okay, then. Any other takers?”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll do it,” said Enisa. “Gross.”

“Thanks.” I handed it off to her and she made a face as if she were eating sour lemons. Then I cupped my hands around the wicks on top of the fingers. “I’ll light it up, then. Three, two… Illuminarius.”

The wicks on top of the fingers sprang into fire, glowing an eerie, supernatural green.

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