the devils mirror
Twisted shapes hunched over the torn-apart remains of the family, feeding like wild dogs—demons, glistening and slick, with eyes that glowed like molten coals.
Louisa opened her mouth.
And screamed.
“NOOOOOOOO!”
The creatures snapped their heads toward her, blood dripping from their jaws.
Louisa turned and ran, sprinting down the hallway, her feet slapping against the wooden floor.
Behind her, the demons gave chase—howling as they burst from the room.
Scott, Faith, and Trish crept through the overgrown garden toward the looming mansion. Every step forward seemed to trigger a twitch or ripple in the foliage, as though the plants themselves were watching.
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