I know what I saw and I'm not keeping this thing. That was the most real creepy thing I have experienced in my life and I love horror movies. I don't care how much it might be worth I just want to forget I ever found it.
The ruby hits the parking lot asphalt with a soft thud then rolls into a patch of grass next to a tree.
The Gjinn now released from his prison stands tall and stretches. It has been a long sleep but now he is awaken. The last mortals might have escaped his grasp but this time there will be no escape.
He picks up the jewel and turns it over between his clawed fingers. A noise catches his attention. It is an argument in an alley next door to the lot.
In this lot there's a man holding a knife on a woman. The middle aged woman is sinking back pressing into the side of a building.
"Take your clothes off bitch!"
The rapist holds the knife against the woman's throat this time. The woman very distressed with fear in her eyes slowly unbuttons her shirt.
"Hurry up!" yells the rapist.
The Djinn appears a few feet away.
"How I have missed things of this nature."
The rapist hears a voice and spins around. The Djinn comes up so fast the rapist doesn't even get a chance to blink.
"Back off!"
The look of disgust is apparent on the rapist face. The woman takes one look and runs away. The rapist looks from the Djinn to the fleeing woman then back to the Djinn again. Obviously confused about his next move, he raises the knife to the Djinn.
"I can give you anything your heart desires. More money than you can dream. Beautiful women that will love only you, anything you want just wish it."
The Djinn puts on the usual grin and releases a low growl.
"I- I – I wish my pockets were stuffed with hundred dollar bills."
The Djinn waves a hand.
"Done."
No sooner had the Djinn spoken than the rapist can feel his pockets fill with money. He reaches in his pocket and produces hundred dollar bills. The Djinn watches the man laughing delighted. The rapist is extremely happy as more bills replace the ones he holds in his hands. Bills are produced until his pants rip at the seams. Crisp hundred dollar bills soar out of his pockets and burrow under his skin. Then produce more that emerge tearing though his skin. The rapist screams as he crumbles on his knees. The bills tear through his arms and rib cage leaving nothing but a pile of mangled parts.
Alas can see all of this happening, it feels as if she's right there when the rapist's body explodes. The Djinn gives another bone chilling laugh. She jolts upright in bed screaming. She leaves her apartment in her pajamas. She bangs on her neighbor's door. Rose opens the door.
"Who's there?" She strains to see through sleepy eyes.
"Hi! Ms Lovner—I mean Rose! It's me Alas from across the way."
"Yes Alas awfully late isn't it?"
"I didn't mean to bother you I just didn't know where else to go." Alas looks over her shoulder.