From the Kitchen to the Grave by Christian Giovanni & Lisa Larsen

From the Kitchen to the Grave by Christian Giovanni & Lisa Larsen

Author:Christian Giovanni & Lisa Larsen [Giovanni, Christian & Larsen, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Occult, Mystery, Horror, Thriller & Suspense, United States, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
Amazon: B00NO38VVU
Publisher: Eugene Penny
Published: 2014-07-01T04:00:00+00:00


Chapter 5

It hovered over her—a ruinous bag of rotted flesh, its gnarled blood-stained lips screwed in a nasty sneer.

Sabrina didn’t know at what point she’d stopped moving or at what point it had sidled up next to her. Time seemed immutably linked to this nightmare—interchangeable.

Her entire body was shivering.

Sabrina pushed up on her elbows, staring intently into its vacant eyes, and waited for it to fall upon her. She waited for its clawed fingers to drive into her abdomen. She waited for its teeth to rend her bare throat asunder.

She waited in rigid silence to be devoured.

Instead of attacking her, it just stood their staring down at her, regarding her with blank, expressionless eyes.

Sabrina inhaled a slow breath, pushing down that fear writhing in her chest like nest of rats, and asked in a quiet, tremulous voice, "What do you want from me?"

It moved a single step forward, and a single blade of light slid across the intruder's bruised lips. The lips opened and closed several times in a motion resembling speech, but silence spewed from its mouth. Then, its dark lips closed, and it moved away from her—its face vanishing into the darkness.

In the next moment, several strands of eldritch smoke swirled upward from the foyer floor—backlit a pale, sickly green. Sabrina counted six whirling spires reaching up to the ceiling, rotating in wide, erratic circles around the phantasmal intruder. A strong headwind erupted within the swirling smoke.

Sabrina turned her face away, wincing, holding her hand up to shield her eyes. At first, she had thought the foyer walls were on fire, but as she watched the cyclones move around the phantom intruder, Sabrina realized that this was no fire. No natural one, anyway. This was her prayer being answered.

The dark, rotted thing had been arrested, but it wasn't God who had saved her. The stench of sulfur implied something much more malevolent.

The churning pillars collapsed in on themselves, imprisoning the intruder in a smoky emerald sphere of smoke and fire, prompting the phantom intruder to wail. It was a sound so wretchedly awful that Sabrina felt her arms prickle in gooseflesh. She felt sympathy for it.

As remorse twisted the phantom’s morbid features, Sabrina thought she understood the reason for its disparity. It had not made her understand why it had come, and now, it would never get another chance.

“Why did you come to me?” Sabrina called out to it, shouting over the gusting wind.

Slowly, the dark cloud seeped between the crevices in the tile floor, descending back to the nether-reaches of some cold, dark pit, Sabrina imagined.

“Hurry! Please, tell me!” Sabrina pleaded. “Why did you come here, tonight of all nights?”

As it sank, the specter pointed toward the street and—with an effort that seemed to cause it to appear slightly out of phase with reality—it moaned, "In my car. In my car."

"What's in your car?" Sabrina demanded to know, dropping to her hands and knees to remain eye-level with quickly vanishing entity. “What are you talking about?”

The elevator of smoke and fire vanished beneath the tile floor.



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