Howls From Hell by Grady Hendrix

Author:Grady Hendrix
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HOWL Society Press

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“We were hoping to get someone who knew how to fix computers.”

Sarah had been called into the body of a boy who was deep within the clutches of puberty. The computer monitor before her was filled edge to edge with pop-ups advertising erotic video games, easy hookups in your town, and pills to increase your dick size by one to three inches. The faux-leather chair beneath her was uncomfortably warm.

“What the hell were you kids doing on this thing?” Her pubescent voice cracked.

“Nothing! We were, um, just on YouTube, watching videos.”

Sure, thought Sarah, and those crusty socks your mom finds under your bed are that way because your sweat is 50% corn starch.

“Please, you have to help. This is my dad’s computer. It was all your idea anyway. I mean, Josh’s idea, sir.”

“The Summoner is for emergencies only.”

“This is an emergency!”

Sarah smacked her forehead with a sweaty hand. Not her hand, not her forehead.

The customer was always right. Summoners weren’t cheap. If this kid’s dad was willing to shell out the money, it was her responsibility to provide assistance.

Sarah located the offending program, shut it down, found the file location, and uninstalled it. All that was left was to close the pop-ups and install a parental lock. When she did, the boy's disappointment paid better than any money his dad could provide.

“You spend too much time looking at that stuff, you’re going to be bored when you finally get to touch a real woman.”

She basked in the embarrassment that washed over the young boy as he turned a bright shade of red. His glasses had fallen halfway down his nose, and Sarah noticed the cluster of pimples forming between his eyebrows. High school would be tough for him.

“Maybe you guys should find different hobbies,” she said. “Watching porn with your buddy is a little fucked up.”

Before the boy could stutter his response to her, Sarah relinquished control. She opened the visor on the control helmet and let her eyes adjust to the lighting in her area. The clock next to her rig reassured her that her shift was half an hour from being over. Thank God, she thought. Her stomach rumbled in agreement.

A light on her HUD notified her of a call. One more. She lifted her fingers to the helmet, secured it, and assumed control.

There was a flash of white. It faded, revealing a modern kitchen equipped with stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, and a row of sharpened knives hanging by a magnetic strip. She scanned the room for signs of distress but found nothing.

Not nothing. Smoke. The smell hung in the air like a cloud. On top of the stove lay the charred corpse of either a large chicken or a small turkey. Other than the bird, she was completely alone. In the body of a fifteen-year-old boy.

“What—”

A dry erase board hung on the fridge, an uncapped marker hanging from a string. that’s not my dad was scrawled in clumsy capital letters. An arrow beneath pointed down a short hall that ended in a closed door.

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