Mr. Peabody's House by Eve Langlais

Author:Eve Langlais
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781988328614
Publisher: Eve Langlais

11

Libraries weren’t usually a place I hung out. Reading took too long. I mean, all those words. Ugh. All that effort felt like being in school again. When it came to literary bestsellers, I preferred to watch the television or big-screen adaptations.

Still, though, I doubted they’d make a story in the next hour that would explain what had happened in my town. I had questions about the Peabodys, their house, even the recent witch murders.

By now, I’d heard the word demon bandied about more than a few times. Demons, plus possessions.

You know what that means?

At last, the apocalypse had arrived. Shit was going to hit the fan.

Unless someone stopped it.

Someone like me.

Don’t laugh. I could totally be heroine material—the brave, not the highly-addictive-injected-in-your-veins kind. I didn’t fear facing danger. I’d been doing my Kegels religiously to hold on to that bladder if ever faced with pure evil.

I would fight. And, hopefully, not die.

Since staying alive seemed like a really good plan, I thought it prudent to brush up on my demon lore—what they ate, were they hung like a horse or bigger, did they cooperate or submit, and could you decapitate them? Always good to know if it was worth the effort.

Since I didn’t personally know any demons to ask my questions, I had to resort to a backup plan. What better place to find knowledge than the Internet—which I didn’t currently have access to at my house, unless my phone counted. And let’s be honest, major research on a teeny-tiny screen wasn’t my idea of being a good sleuth. Add in the fact that my data package for my phone sucked, and I preferred to use a free Wi-Fi service.

While at the library, maybe I’d check into some books. Paper ones. Argh. Much as it pained me, the Internet only provided so much. I couldn’t find any good stuff on the subject of demons that didn’t involve a video game. None of my searches bore fruit either—Search for demons eating faces? No, how about, I’ve been possessed.

“No, I do not require mental service help, thank you very much, you smartass piece of technology.” I glared at my phone.

It and the lovely world wide web had failed me.

I’d have to be intrepid and brave the paper cuts. In my new notepad—emblazoned with Hello Kitty—I’d take some stupendous notes of the things I discovered in dusty tomes made of skin written in a strange language that suddenly seemed so clear. Because of my mad research skills, I’d find the answers to fixing the apocalypse and save the day.

Not Scooby and his crew.

Me.

And to reward myself, I’d totally get a cat. A jab at my canine suitors, just like my shirt was a poke, considering it said, Rub me to make me purr.

No one had tried to yet, but the day was young. Sipping from my thermos where I’d smuggled in a mimosa, having drunk my limit of two at brunch, I spent a bit of time reading recent reports of the murders.

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