The Trouble with Demons

THE TROUBLE WITH DEMONS

 

by

Terry Spear

 

PUBLISHED BY:

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Dedicated to Tasha, my Afghan hound, that I swear had a bit of demon in her!

Chapter 1

“Why did we have to do it here in this stinking, filthy place?” a woman whispered. “Why not on the outskirts of Baltimore, somewhere in a field or something?”

“For the atmosphere. How can we summon a demon without having the essential mood?” another responded with derision.

Using white chalk, the two women drew a pentagram inside a circle against the black asphalt, over grease spots and globs of old gray chewing gum. In accordance with the summoning ritual, the third woman lighted the remaining fifty candles in the darkened alleyway between two brick buildings. A slight, humid breeze fussed over the flames, threatening to blow them out.

“Smells like rotting garbage. The heat and humidity have made my hair spaz. This long gown is making me sweat, and I’ll have underarm stains for sure. Real ambiance. Let’s hurry and get this done. I’ve got half an hour before I watch The Shining with Dennison,” the first said.

The second snorted. “Kim, after the demon does what we tell it to, maybe you won’t want to go back to mind-numbing Dennison.”

“Having the demon kill Clint at Saveway Grocers is the only reason we’re doing this, agreed? We get a new manager, end of story. Then we send the demon back.”

“Until we need him for another gig, Lillian,” the third one said, raising her brows to emphasize her wish.

Lillian cast them a wicked smile. “Yeah, that two-timing louse, Johnny Cantos, is next on my list.”

Kim didn’t look like she approved, but then changed her mind when the other two seemed adamant. “Sure, whatever.”

They pulled black hoods over their heads, then with their voices raised high, and the candlelight’s flames reflecting in their eyes, the women chanted, “Stirrus, Demononus, Seplichus, Protinalium, Horrita.”