I've always believed that you could defeat anything. If it can effect you, then there is some way to effect it. I've been wearing a cross earring that has been blessed for over a tear now. It may or may not help but it gives me comfort.
Fourteen months ago my buddies and I tried out a book we bought at an auction. We were mostly just killing time...well that may not be true of all of us. I believed we were mostly killing time. I never actually believed we'd summon something. Some of my buddies may have had their own agenda. I'm still not sure exactly what we summoned. I ran like hell when it started coming up through the ground. Mist flowing up from the ground like it does on TV. I didn't think twice about it, I should have. I don't believe much in the Wiccan ways but I do believe in taking responsibility for your actions.
The place where we summoned this thing was burnt over in the morning and the house of Satanists down the street was burned down. Yes that was one of the reasons we chose that spot was if things got away from us, whatever we did would go after them. Well I think it did I was just not prepared for the after effects.
Two months after this happened we'd almost forgotten about it, when Rodney mysteriously died. The coroner declared it a heart attack. Really sad as he was only 19 but those things happen. The very next month it was Steve. He died exactly one month after Rodney. I knew right then that karma was coming to get us. I talked with the guy's and we all agreed that our little adventure was the root cause of this. But we didn't know how to stop it.
We tried a lot of things at first. Bill tried a Catholic priest, Bob tried a coven, and a few of the guy's went up and sifted ashes at the house looking for clues. A couple more of us came up with the great idea of chasing the paper trail. We all agreed that it had to be the Satanist cult we'd been after. If it wasn't humanly directed it would happen faster than once a month. So we went down to the hall of records and began chasing names. Well we did find something to chase. Whoever had set this up had done it well. We chased through 7 different dummy corporations and at least one that I thought was legit. It took the better part of seven months to track down a name. We lost seven more in that time. Out of our original class of 31 only 21 remained.
The name we finally came up with was Horst Gnust. Probably a fake name but he had a real address. Sam phoned the guys and we headed over there to have a little chat with this Horst guy.
As we arrived at Horst's place I decided to speed things up a little. After all I was currently dead if we didn't stop this so what did I have to lose. Sam rang the doorbell, and I just kicked the door in. The guy had no less than three locks on the door. But it wasn't a steel door. The hinges just popped right out. I entered the house and we searched it from top to bottom. I've got to admit this place was creepy. It was all black, carpeting paint everything. The guy's bedroom could have been a dungeon in any BDSM club. Most people elect to keep their bedrooms normal and have a special room for this kind of thing. But not our Horst, this was weird.
There was a scream from downstairs. I looked at Sam and Bob, they looked right back at me and we took off at a dead run to find out what was going on. I'm a little taller than they are so my stride was a little longer. By the time we hit the stairs I was in the lead and I just hurdled the last railing.
The scream came again and this was more towards the back of the house. I kept up my speed as I pounded down a hallway. In the kitchen there was a door that had been forced open and I ran through it to find myself descending another staircase to the basement. Usually builders put all these stairways together to save space. So this must have been some kind of add-on...or the rest of the house was.
At the bottom of the staircase lay what was left of Rodney. He'd lost both his right arm and his right leg. There was a copious amount of blood on the ground. Standing over him was something out of a nightmare. It was awful. It had the head of a Kodak grizzly and a human body. One arm might have been a lion. The other looked to be a gorilla, and the feet I think belonged to two different horses. It had Rodney's arm in one hand and was currently enjoying a snack. I pulled my knife, a custom job mad for me by a guy in California. I dove the last 10 feet, left hand holding the knife and right-hand braced behind the hilt. If this thing could touch us it could be killed.
My knife took it dead in the chest. We went flying back and slammed into the wall. I felt my knife strike something solid and get stuck. I was pretty sure it was dead until it screamed at me. It didn't scream like it was dying. It screamed like it was pissed. I let go of the knife as it grabbed for me. I fell to the ground and scuttled backwards till I hit a wall. I was kind of wondering how long I was going to live. That blow would have killed any living man.
As I sat there waiting to die the thing screamed at me and tugged ineffectually at the knife. I realized with a start that I'd pinned it to the wall. When I felt the knife get stuck it was because it was stuck in the wall. That thing wasn't going anywhere. The rest of the guys came down the steps. They looked at what was left of Rodney and then at the thing pinned to the wall. Some of them jumped when it screamed. They filed through the little hallway, giving me an appraising look. As they went through I got up and headed for my truck. I keep a few tools in there for emergencies. This wasn't a situation I'd ever thought about though. I got my 16 pound sledge hammer out of the truck and headed back to get my knife.