Things Slip Through
It’d take too long to run for help and he sure as shit wasn’t leaving Scott by himself.
Damn! Why Scott? Why not me? He’s smarter, he’d know what to do . . . !
Jesse swung his flashlight around the empty room, his mind buzzing, not wanting to touch Scott because he was afraid something would happen to him, thinking maybe he could find a stick or board to push Scott out of the triangle . . . but what if that was bad, too? If magic had trapped Scott, wouldn’t magic have to free him? Jesse thought he’d read that in his comics, and that if some weird voodoo-black magic had trapped Scott in that triangle and Jesse tried to push him out with a stick, maybe Scott would go crazy and have seizures an
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