Well we're one week away from the first installment in my October Monster Stories. I thought I might post a quick preview. So here's a small excerpt from Cul-de-sac to Hell one of the adventures of a Paranormal SWAT team from Chicago. Come back next Friday and see how it turns out.
As they reached the steps Mike Flynn, the local Fire chief, called out to them, “You can’t get in there it’s to hot.”
“It’s OK sir, we’re professionals,” responded Wells.
Albert stepped up to the house, pulled a small icon from around his neck and called out, “Klaatu. Barada. Nikto.” The flames pulled back from the door and parted allowing a way inside. Wells, readied his sawn off shotgun and dashed inside.
Adam, Lagoona and Albert flipped the safeties off on their assault weapons and Wulf drew his two pistols. Adam leaned over to Albert, “Really, the Day the Earth Stood Still?”
“You have to put on a show, if people knew how easy magic was, everyone would be doing it, and where exactly would that leave us?” Albert paused and then in a more serious tone, “are you going to be OK in there? I know how you feel about fire.”
“There’s kids in there. I’ll be fine.” Albert decided to drop it not wanting to push his friend.
The team quickly followed Wells into the house, staying just behind him, but always with a clear line of sight. The house was filled with an eerie green glow from the flames dancing across every surface. As they moved through the foyer and into the house, they watched as Wells opened every side room and closet door, checking the contents of each opening. After five agonizingly slow minutes, they had cleared the ground floor and found no one. Wells signaled the group that he was moving to the stairs up to the second floor.
As the team crouched at the base of the stairs, Wells slunk along the wall, the runes on his sleeves brightened as green flames dancing across his armor. It took only a few steps for him to reach the top, and move to just past the lip. The rest of the team prepared to follow him when then sudden bark of his shotgun filled the silence. There was another shot and Wells quickly backed into view, and down the stairs keeping his shotgun aimed up through the opening.
“Report,” Albert’s voice was crisp and quick as the team fell in to guard positions around Wells, watching every direction.
“The house has stated a serious objection to us going onto the second floor, by way of a walking corpse.”
“God I hate zombies,” Wulf groaned.
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