Seeping through the plaster, slow as an army of slugs, the bloody ooze crawled. So, there was another portal, I thought. A good hiding place, behind the wall. Who would think to tear out the walls?
Of course, Sam had, I remembered. He always seemed to get it right. I wonder why we never believe him? I had the phone under my ear and was spinning the dial as I pondered the question.
“Fred?”
“Yeah?”
“Hey Fred. Found the last portal.”
“Oh! Yulsta House?”
“No, that was Penny and Rich. I’m at the Beach property.”
“Nice.”
“No, not nice. Gates to Hell, or thereabouts, remember? Anyway, guess where?”
“I don’t know. The basement?”
“Naw. Guess again.”
“Attic? Garage? Hey, are you in danger?”
“Terrible danger, but y’all ain’t getting here in time anyway. Listen, I probably won’t get the chance to tell him, but Sam’s right. They put it in the wall.”
“That bugger. How’s he do it?”
AIAAIAH!
“Damn. The first demon’s coming out. Some pig thing. Gonna try to kill it before it gets through. Block up the portal a bit. See you in the next life, alright?”
“Alright man.”
The line went dead. Taking my lance from the corner, I faced the prickly beast.
“Can ya talk?”
AAIAH! it snapped.
“Oh well,” I sighed and plunged my spear in its eye.
Tale Told 