Friday’s Page 69 ~ The September House by Carissa Orlando
A puff of black mist started forming in the corner of the room. The bones began clattering on the floor.
I continued singing. “Ne’er shall you worry. Ne’er shall you mourn…”
Elias hissed into existence in the corner, face already black, teeth gleaming, jet-engine noise sounding. He was never a fan of the beginning of this process. He moved towards me. I skittered out of his reach, eyeing the bones as they trembled.