Daemon of the Dark Wood
“She sat at the kitchen table and waited for Mr. Coffee to work his java magic. It was an older deluxe model, red-plated with a softly glowing green clock-face that seemed to stare at her like a malevolently mystic eye from a fifties horror flick.
She fashioned her fingers in the sign of the death-dealing phallus against the evil eye—mal occhio—to ward off any bad juju. Then she quietly laughed at herself for being creeped out by a green-eyed Mr. Coffee.
But she was without her guardian angel, a...nd that was no laughing matter. Not when there was a supernatural entity loose in the hills.
Before falling asleep in Angela’s protective arms a few short hours ago, Julie had promised herself that everything would be all right in the morning and that she would feel normal. But now that morning had come, she didn’t feel at all normal.
Her thoughts were dark and drear. Darkness still held sway over the land and over her. Come sunrise, things might look better but she didn’t think so. The darkness that cloaked her heart would not be easily banished by sunlight.MoreLess
She fashioned her fingers in the sign of the death-dealing phallus against the evil eye—mal occhio—to ward off any bad juju. Then she quietly laughed at herself for being creeped out by a green-eyed Mr. Coffee.
But she was without her guardian angel, a...nd that was no laughing matter. Not when there was a supernatural entity loose in the hills.
Before falling asleep in Angela’s protective arms a few short hours ago, Julie had promised herself that everything would be all right in the morning and that she would feel normal. But now that morning had come, she didn’t feel at all normal.
Her thoughts were dark and drear. Darkness still held sway over the land and over her. Come sunrise, things might look better but she didn’t think so. The darkness that cloaked her heart would not be easily banished by sunlight.MoreLess
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