The Fear Grid, Part 7

This entry is part 7 of 11 in the series The Fear Grid

Everything stopped. Purity had this sense of ease overcome her. The shadow monster was still. A bright, white glow rose in brilliance, all the way from a spark into a massive orb of light that engulfed the entire area… basketball courts, side of school, and all.

A woman’s voice called out as if by some strange fluke, “Hi, dear,” it soothed liltingly.

Who was that? So calm…

“There is nothing to fear now,” said the woman…

Witch Town, Part 7

This entry is part 7 of 11 in the series Witch Town

Warren follows Jawtooth towards the back of the tented structure. There is a small fire and some benches. On one of the benches, Jawtooth grabs a pouch.

The soothsayer takes the pouch, shakes it in his hand over his shoulder, and simply deposits its contents on the ground in front of the fire. The fire crackles and brightens momentarily.

Jawtooth gazes at some small bones and scraps of hard material carved into strange runes.

Warlock Warren leans in with curiosity.