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After the laundry truck parked inside the loading bay, Janice had no problem just walking out of the industrial laundromat, making sure to lock the door behind her and careful to avoid the cheap security cameras posted along the outside walls.
It was almost too easy.
Now all she needed was some new clothes. Janice knew she wouldn't get very far dressed as a jailbird, especially one that was most likely on every news channel by now. Every internet blog posting and reposting her picture in every corner of the country. If she was being honest, she should probably change more than her clothes, but one thing at a time.
She had been walking for quite some time when she came to the first suburb, leaving the numerous rows of warehouses and cheap apartments for the greener (and duller) environs preferred by various yuppies and rich folk who wished for the convenience of the big city without the hassle it brings.
Janice knew she would likely
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Janice stood at the side of yet another suburban road, wet, slick, and cold due to the light but persistent rain that was falling. She was more or less looking like your typical teenage girl. For the first time since the escape she began to think about what she had done and what was left to do. Everything up to this point, as hard as it had been, was little more than preparation, setup work for the main event. What is about to come sure to be even harder.Sure, she knew where the demon was, and it wasn't far at all from where she was, a few hours on foot at most. But what was she going to do when she got there? Could she really defeat a demon just because she had done some half-assed research?She hoped so.“Hey, hey miss?” The voice came from somewhere in the rain, and Janice spun around looking for its source.She found a man, (not quite yet reaching elderly but just past his prime) wearing an old-fashioned suit
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You almost killed that man. The voice that spoke in Janice's head was of a young adult woman and sounded kind even in its mocking, which made the whole thing much worse.“You made me see a demon,” she shouted forgetting her surroundings. She hoped that no onlooker saw her fleeing from her victim and madly talking to herself.I did indeed, and that's not all I'm going to do to you. If I were you... The voice changed to a perfect mimic of her own. Which I could be if I so chose… if I were you, I'd turn myself in. This time Janice remembered to only speak in her mind.I don't think so. I'm coming for you, Hellbitch.The laughter again, this time even more uproarious, like the demon had just heard the best joke of all time told by a master comedian.You're afraid of me, Janice mindspoke. Or else you wouldn't be playing all these games.
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When the authorities finally let him go, Byron was exhausted. They had questioned him, one nondescript officer after another. For hours they asked the same questions in hundreds of different ways, doing their best to make him slip up and reveal something. They sensed with whatever preternatural skills bigwig lawmen developed, his story didn't add up, that he knew more about the young woman's disappearance than he let on.He had done his best to answer their questions without, as far as he could tell, doing anything to betray Janice. Finally, their frustration cracked their professional masks and they let him go. Now, unlocking the door to his house, where he felt safer than anywhere in this whole mad world, he allowed himself to cry. No matter what happened with Janice, no matter if what she said was true, or if he was just another sucker drawn in by a charismatic madwoman, the fact his life had forever been changed was not in question.He only hoped
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Adara dropped Janice off a few blocks from the House.“I could bring you right to the door,” she proposed as Janice stepped out onto the rain-slicked pavement. “It's not far.”“No,” Janice wished for all the world that she could be dropped off at the door, or even better, she could skip the whole thing and just go back home. Her parents would be thrilled to see her even if she was an escaped jailbird. Although she knew they would probably call the police, it would be nice to see them again. Nice to know that for some people the world wasn't insane, hadn't fallen topsy-turvy; to know there were still people that only had mundane problems (like a murderess daughter...).“I don't want you to get any closer to this than you already are,” Janice said, trying to dissuade her.“If you're sure...” Adara raised one eyebrow.“I'm sure. I don't know who you are, but I know
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Looming like the villain in a million slasher films, the House cast its shadow over Janice. She stood now on its front steps, holding the vial of who-knows-what in her hand. She pulled the stopper from the vial and put it to her lips before quickly pulling it away. Whatever this concoction was, it smelled awful.Though she was no expert on drugs (that was always more Julia's domain), she knew that hallucinogenic drugs were often placed in an alcohol solvent for easy ingestion, so she had expected a grainy, yeasty smell. Whatever the liquid was, it smelled nothing like alcohol or grain. It was more like rotten eggs and the lingering fragrance you got after striking a match.“You can't be serious,” Janice said to nobody in particular. She tried the front door and was not in the least bit surprised it refused to yield. The doorknob had no give at all, not even the wiggle you get when you try to open a locked door. It was as though a mere m
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The flickering light registered first. It seemed to come from all corners of the room beyond the door, all directions until it replaced everything in Janice's world with cold fire. The door slammed behind her with a defiant thud, leaving her alone with whatever was causing the prismatic world. Slowly, images began to come to the forefront.An animated demon perched on a mountain, summoning spectral figures from the ground.A man, standing in a busy street, throws a Molotov cocktail into an oncoming car's window. Janice could now tell the walls had been covered with sheets of thick plastic and an unseen projector was throwing up images on every possible surface. The air was full of noise, a dirty, toothache inspiring static that swelled to a volume which Janice feared would do permanent damage to her inner ear.If I ever get out of here… Janice thought to herself.A 50s era rock band plays
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This isn't real. Janice thought to herself. She had made her way down a long hallway, dark except for a meager supply of tea-lights which were placed in scattered recesses along the wall. Now she was standing in a room unlike anything she had seen before.Clearly, it was a living room decorated opulently with silks and overstuffed furniture. It was the sort of room where Janice expected to see Victorian men, dressed casually, sitting around smoking pipes, and talking about their latest trips to Africa. It was a nice room and not that unusual.Except that everything was wrong.This isn't real, this can't be real.For one, the walls were waving as if they were no more substantial than curtains. Shadowy things moved just beyond the walls which had taken on the opacity of theater scrims. Every once in a while, one of the things would push against the walls. Its hand (or claw or tentacle) would push out aga
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