Demon Wolf
““I never cleansed the basement with white light.”
“I have to get down there.” Dale ran into his study and removed his SIG Sauer 9 mm from the safe. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, he grabbed a flashlight and then bolted for the stairs. Keira raced behind him, two large white crystals clutched in her shaking hands.
More terrified screams. Sully was a stalwart SEAL. He’d faced down terrorists and fire demons. What the hell was down there? Dale toggled the light switch, but nothing happened. The basement remained dark.
Dark as the night the demons had tied him down and giggled, and then the hot, razorlike claws had gouged his torso...
Loaded pistol in one hand, flashlight in the other, he climbed down the first step.
Another haunting scream cut through the air. Fear slicked his throat. Immobilized by it, he could not move.
And then he heard Keira’s ragged breathing behind him.
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