Death of the Body by Rick Chiantaretto

Author:Rick Chiantaretto [Chiantaretto, Rick]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Horror, Dark Fantasy, Occult
Amazon: B00H8II60I
Publisher: Orenda Press
Published: 2014-01-07T06:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Three hours into the drive back to San Diego, I received a text message from Jane letting me know she had arrived at her destination. A cold shudder rippled down my spine and I hoped three hours would be enough distance to keep the demon from finding her. I knew that as long as she wore the necklace I gave her she would be relatively safe. I responded with a text containing further instructions: salt drawn in a circle around the house she was staying at, and sage or red cedar at the doors and windows of her room.

I spent the majority of the drive listening to the soothing roar of the engine and contemplating the sequence of events that occurred at the house. Perhaps the most startling realization was that the trees had betrayed my family and me to a demon. I found myself wishing I had a greater understanding of the natural, interconnected consciousness of the planet. I, no doubt, had friends among the trees—there were plenty on campus, and the small line of trees at Saint Vincent’s orphanage had certainly sided with me—but what I didn’t know was whether or not it were possible for a tree to keep a secret, at least from the other trees. Which begged the question: if I was betrayed by the trees surrounding the pasture behind my foster parent’s home, why didn’t the other trees on campus warn me?

I had to have permission to tap into the collective consciousness of a tree. One of them had to share that connection with me. Was it the same for them? When I skipped across the roots in my childhood, when Mother Tree allowed me to see the courtyard of Orenda, did every plant along the way have to agree to allow me to see?

With how much I knew about them and their forms of communication, I still knew so little.

I reached over and turned on the windshield wipers as a light rain started leaving smatterings on my windshield. The desert road was far from dark, illuminated by moonlight that reflected off large stretches of sand, but the road was mostly deserted. I pressed on the accelerator as the only other pair of lights I could see disappeared in my rearview mirror.

The solitary feeling of being the lone car traveling on a highway through a large stretch of desert at night while it was raining was enough to make anyone feel isolated, and perhaps a bit frightened. I enjoyed the silence. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long.

My phone buzzed with a text message from Nicholas: Where r u?

I responded: Driving.

Quon’s cousin is visiting; we want to set you up. She’s hot.

I rolled my eyes. What? You don’t you want to take her out?

Lol. U know she’s not my type. Got a date anyway.

Tomorrow.

She’s very much YOUR type.

“My type?” I wondered aloud, before echoing my sentiments into the response. Too bad I couldn’t somehow emote the way I had said it.

Earthy. Pagan. Loves spirituality. She’s a girl.

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