Little nine year old Stiles walked though the woods one Saturday afternoon. It was mid January and a bit chilly. He wore a jacket and tuque to stay warm. He was enjoying a whistle pop as he walked. Stiles always enjoyed being in the woods.
Suddenly he heard voices. He walked towards the voices, hiding behind a tree. He spotted two men. One was on his hands and knees, hissing, eyes black. And by black, I mean completely black. You couldn't see any white at all. The other man stood in front of the first man and was reading out of a book. He was chanting.
"We exorcise you, every impure spirit, every satanic power, every incursion of the infernal adversary, every legion, every congregation and diabolical sect. Therefore, diabolical legions, we adjure you ... Cease to deceive human creatures, and to give to them the poison of eternal damnation; ... Be gone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man's salvation ... Be humble under the mighty hand of God; tremble and flee when we invoke the Holy and Terrible Name at which those down below tremble ... ... from the snares of the devil, deliver us, O Lord . V. That Thy Church may serve Thee in peace and liberty to serve, we ask Thee, hear us."
The man on his knees creamed and black smoke shot out of his mouth. The second man checked on him. The first man was crying and thanked the second man for getting rid of the demon possessing him.
Stiles didn't really know what he saw, but it was intense. He quickly and quietly left the area. The kid didn't know that this was not the last time he'd deal with the supernatural.
Critical Mistakes by 888
Let me rewind to the times where we never felt ill
We fill our minds with those dreams and we never miss a beat
Just pass the time staying up, feeling restless at night
Come wake me up before I die and I never get to live
I want a house on the hill by the ocean
I'd let the tide wash away all my critical mistakes
I want a house on the hill by the ocean
I'd let the tide wash away all my critical mistakes
Let's spend the days, empty space, watch the waves in our mind
We count the stars, write our names in the sand beneath our feet
It feels so right blowing smoke clouds polluting the sky
You take a drag before the moment escapes you, feel the light
Stiles held the gun up and aimed it at the door. He knew how to use it (his father taught him how to use guns) but he never shot someone with it. Not even by accident. But a wendigo was trying to brake in, ruining his and Lydia's date night.
Lydia was behind him. She held her breath, ready to scream if she had to.
When the monster finally broke the door, Stiles shot it in the head. Then in the chest twice. It was dead.
Lydia let go of her breath. "Much better than a baseball bat," she said.
Stiles smiled. "Yeah. Now, how 'bout we watch The Notebook first, then Deadpool."
I want a house on the hill by the ocean
I'd let the tide wash away all my critical mistakes
I want a house on the hill by the ocean
I'd let the tide wash away all my critical mistakes
Let me rewind
We fill our minds
We fill our minds with smoke
I want a house on the hill by the ocean
I'd let the tide wash away all my critical mistakes
I want a house on the hill by the ocean
I'd let the tide wash away all my critical mistakes
Any else would scream at seeing someone without a head.
Stiles just laughed.
"Mack, lose your head again?"
"He did," said a vampire, carrying the head, then put it back on the zombie's body.
"Thanks."
"Sure."
"Get ready, you two," said Stiles, grinning. "This will be the best haunted house ever!"
Forgive me. I just wanted to use this song.