Chapter 28

PRESENT

2020

5 DAYS LEFT

He’s calling.

Who?

Astaroth.

Why?

He needs us.

The shadows were present, they were everywhere, lurking in the dark corners of rooms that looked innocent, shifting beneath houses and behind humans, right under children’s beds. Always watching.

Always.

Now they tapped into to whatever natural darkness was inside the well. The shadows could travel anywhere, could find anything and any one. They were the intelligence for the night. All specs of darkness belonged to them.

The dark grew as they made themselves known, entering the presence of The Mist.

The Wishing Well reeked of death. Black and horrid death. The shadows moved over the crushed bones of Astaroth’s victims and the remains of bodies that hadn’t been completely devoured. They had watched him long enough to know that he only consumed souls but his favorite thing to eat was the hearts of his victims.