HELL IS REIGNING DOWN FROM ABOVE

 

HELL IS REIGNING DOWN FROM ABOVE  

“Hail is raining down from the sky!
Hell is reigning down from above!”
Linda races through the pummeled streets,
Dodging pieces of roof tops.

“How could this be happening?
The sun was out moments ago.
I smell fire.
My skin is burning hot.”

Her feet slow to a stop.
Linda lifts her head to the black sky.
Flames are shooting from the church.
Red hot flames with swirls of yellow and orange.

Cries of horror float in the air around her.
Shrieks and moans are lifted in the rising winds.
She turns around in a circle,
Desperate to locate the source.

“It’s coming from the Town Hall!”
I knew it!
Everybody has to be there.
Please god let them be there.“

The cries rise in intensity
With each footstep.
The front doors are open.
Darkness beckons from within.

The sight inside knocks the breath from her lungs.
Flying creatures are circling her friends.
Creatures with furry bodies and human faces.
One swoops down and lifts her friend up to the ceiling.

“The Dead are here.
What should I do?
Wait! Father John is chanting.
Will he be able to save us?”

THE DEAD GAME 
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TAKE ME TO THE CHURCH

MEET ME AT THE CHURCH AT MIDNIGHT

town hall
 

    After all the introductions were made, Abe and Anna and their extended family bid farewell to everyone. Linda looked around but couldn’t find Father John anywhere. He had disappeared at some point earlier—after the destruction of End House. He didn’t even stay to meet Abe’s family. This had her worried. She questioned Shana, David, and Mike about his absence, but no one had noticed him leaving. She looked around for him, but had to finally give up and follow the others back to their cars.

Chapter 38

When Abe returned to his house, he opened his hand to reveal the small folded-up piece of paper that Father John had slipped into his palm. The Father had brushed past him just before he’d disappeared. Abe sat on his bed in the darkened room, slowly unfolding the note.

     Written inside were the few words “Meet me at midnight at the church.”

     He wasn’t too eager to visit the church so late. But he had no choice.

     Later, when everyone was asleep, Abe left the house and walked to town. He approached the church and saw for the first time the utter devastation the last storm had bestowed on the beautiful building. The once-white church was now darkened to almost black. All of its windows had been blown out and its roof had caved in. The tall bell tower was no longer visible; it must be lying somewhere amidst the rubble of the building’s interior.

     He didn’t see the priest anywhere outside, so he walked through the doorway or what had been the doorway. He climbed over large pieces of wood that must have been the front doors.

     Inside, nothing remained standing. Statues lay smashed on the ground. The pews had been crushed flat by the fallen roof. Even the stained-glass windows had been shattered to pieces. As he was lamenting over this terrible loss, he heard a shuffling noise behind him. He turned around to find the Father walking toward him.

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

“I leave the storefronts behind,
With their pastel colors and shiny windows.
Windows eager to let in the famous Oasis sunlight.
I want to reach the beach.
I want to leave work and troubles behind me.
The sand will trickle through my toes.
The sea breeze will propel me forward
To the every-waiting, omniscient ocean.
The waves dance and writhe in their demented dance.
A dance growing wilder and wilder by the minute.
I feel their salty sweat on my face.
The trees join in,
Flapping their branches as if trying to hold hands.
The wind follows last with a rage of its own.
It torments the water and the trees
Until leaves are flying free
And waves are attacking the shore.
Why is this happening?
I should go back to town.
The town behind me is being plummeted.
Roof tops are flying through the air.
Glass crunches beneath my feet.
Windows hang broken and twisted.
The saddest sight is the church.
The once white church stands charcoal black
In the midst of its debris.
A day gone terribly wrong.
Whose fault is it?
The creatures who visit our town at night.
They are determined to destroy each and every one of us.
Are they demons or humans?
Who knows? 
Oasis will never be safe unless these evil ones are annihilated.
We must save our town.
I have friends who will help me.
There are those who doubt our wisdom and abilities.
But we will clean out the riffraff from town.
Don’t get in our way or you might join the garbage.”
Linda turns to find her friends.
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

CREATURES FROM HELL

church

 

They were huddled in the church, being attacked on all sides. Supernatural creatures were threatening to take over their town. How could they escape this last round of horrors?

    The whole building rumbled and shook. Oh no! Lightning hit the building. Mike watched the ceiling  crumble and bricks fall from the walls onto the ground. A strange sound hummed from the outside, becoming louder and louder. He could hear distinct flapping noises. The tall windows around the room abruptly shattered.

     Swarms of flying creatures crashed through the glass. They were circling above them. They were big, black, and furry. Oh, God! Mike shivered. They were bats. No, something was off about them. They were much too big to be bats.

     The creatures swooped down at them. They had human faces. Human faces on big furry bodies. It was as if the gates of hell had opened up and released the worst creatures into their world. They continued to fly down at them, over and over again, with their sharp claws extended, grabbing at them.

     “Run! I’ll vanquish her again!” the Father called out.

     Mike grimaced. We are all doomed if we have to rely on the Father and his unreliable spells.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — PART 1V

Linda runs out from the Town Hall 
To find sunshine beating down on the sand. 
Birds are once again flying overhead.
Happy cries filling the blue sky.

The sun resumes its regal position.
The winds retreat as one,
Dragging their tails between their legs.
The palm trees stop their mad dance
To bend softly in the sea breeze.

“Are we finally safe?
The Dead must still be here,
Somewhere close.
I can still feel them.
But they won’t win.
They can’t!” 

Her friends walk down the steps of the battered Town Hall,
Climbing over fallen bricks and dead creatures.
No more cries of flying creatures.
Only the sounds of leaves shuffling in the breeze.

Linda is proud of her town and her friends.
With the help of The Watchers, human vampires,
And Father John, victory will soon be theirs.
Tears stream down her face.

They are safe.
This is all that matters to her.
Worrying about the future could wait for tomorrow.
Today is a day for thankfulness.
All is well.
All are safe.
The church bells gong in the distance.
Tomorrow will be a new day.

 THE DEAD GAME

HELL IS REIGNING DOWN FROM ABOVE —– PART 3

“Hail is raining down from the sky!
Hell is reigning down from above!”
Linda races through the pummeled streets,
Dodging pieces of roof tops and garbage cans.

“How could this be happening?
The sun was out just minutes ago.
I smell fire.
My skin feels burning hot.”

Her feet slow to a stop.
Linda lifts her head to the black sky.
Flames are shooting out of the church.
Red hot flames with swirls of yellow and orange.

Cries of horror float in the air around her.
Shrieks and moans that are lifted in the rising winds.
She turns around in a circle,
Desperate to locate the source.

“It’s coming from the Town Hall!”
I knew it!
Everybody has to be there.
Please god let them be there.”

The cries rise in intensity
With each footstep.
The front doors are open.
Darkness beckons from within.

The sight inside knocks the breathe from her lungs.
Flying creatures are circling her friends.
Creatures with furry bodies and human faces.
One swoops down and lifts Shana up to the ceiling.

“The Dead are here.
What should I do?
Wait! Father John is chanting.
Will he be able to save us?”

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

“I leave the storefronts behind,
With their pastel colors and shiny windows.
Windows eager to let in the famous Oasis sunlight.
I want to reach the beach.
I want to leave work and troubles behind me.
The sand will trickle through my toes.
The sea breeze will propel me forward
To the every-waiting, omniscient ocean.
The waves dance and writhe in their demented dance.
A dance growing wilder and wilder by the minute.
I feel their salty sweat on my face.
The trees join in,
Flapping their branches as if trying to hold hands.
The wind follows last with a rage of its own.
It torments the water and the trees
Until leaves are flying free
And waves are attacking the shore.
Why is this happening?
I should go back to town.
The town behind me is being plummeted.
Roof tops are flying through the air.
Glass crunches beneath my feet.
Windows hang broken and twisted.
The saddest sight is the church.
The once white church stands charcoal black
In the midst of its debris.
A day gone terribly wrong.
Whose fault is it?
The creatures who visit our town at night.
They are determined to destroy each and every one of us.
Are they demons or humans?
Who knows?
Oasis will never be safe unless these evil ones are annihilated.
We must save our town.
I have friends who will help me.
There are those who doubt our wisdom and abilities.
But we will clean out the riffraff from town.
Don’t get in our way or you might join the garbage.”
Linda turns to find her friends.
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME