Snippet #2679335

Dawa had been minding his own business, feeling about the house to see if he could clear up what he was sensing from inside. He had just found a particularly nasty spirit located somewhere on the upper floor when Cassie suddenly took off like a bat out of hell. His focus broke and he lost the ghosty. He noticed she kept glancing back as she ran as if something was chasing her. Maybe it was. It couldn't have been something he said, he hadn't said anything since he stepped foot on the porch.

He didn't want to seem like a lovesick puppy chasing a girl all around, so even though they all seemed like they were looking at something important, he chose to stay behind and peer through the dust caked windows. It was nearly impossible to see thorough them, but he could make out some furniture inside.

Out of nowhere, a face appears, staring back at him with blazing eyes. His heart froze. He was terrified, but he couldn't look away, trapped in this demon's gaze. If it was a true demon or a particularly nasty spirit, he didn't know. He could tell it was different from the one he sensed earlier.

Duke's voice broke the hold of the fiend as he unlocked the door. Monk turned to look at the rest of the group. Unsure of what they saw, he just shrugged.

Though she was very discreet, he heard Cassie's request. Though it would be so easy for him to make a joke out of that, he could see how visibly distressed she was. Perhaps she wouldn't make it through the night, but he'd help her try. So, he stayed silent, for the first time in his life.