CHAPTER 2 – A Spunkie's
Past
"Come on, Bricriu. You aren't afraid are you?" The other Spunkies
taunted. "Come on, do it."
Cautiously, bricriu moved toward the village glass blower. "George.
George." the spunkie called. "Come here George."
The glass blower looked up wearily and saw the floating ball of light
moving toward him. Calling his name. "Come here."
George stood up and moved cautiously toward the ball of light. He
neither saw nor heard the spunkies and demons sitting in the shadows,
encouraging bricriu. Encouraging him to lead the glass blower to his death…. he
followed the spunkie into the bog…into the quicksand…. bricriu watched
silently, feeling sick. How could he have done that? As he looked toward the
cheering spirits, he felt terrible. He turned and left, ignoring the spirits
calling him back. That night he'd met Z and become a Christian. Probably the
first, and quite possibly the only smart thing he'd done in his life.