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I stood before the door my grandfather had forbidden me to enter.
All my life I had heard rumors and whispers of how my grandfather gained all of his power and all of his fortune from black magic, sorcery and witchcraft. Until his death, I had thought these rumors to be started by jealous rivals who didn’t and wouldn’t believe that success could be achieved by hard work.
After the funeral, Mary, my wife, and myself drove to the mansion we had inherited. When we got there was one thing I wanted to do.
My first mistake happened when I pushed open that door and found a library, every shelf overflowing with books plus piles of them arranged on the floor.
That first day I only looked through the books, reading titles off the spines, sometimes opening one and reading a page or two. Some of them were written in languages other than English. Some of them were written in languages I don’t believe exist in our world.
Over the next few weeks, I read through books upon books of sorcery, telling Mary not to disturb me while I was in the library.
I read through these tomes until I found a spell I liked. One I felt that wouldn’t be too hard to work, though at the time I was still a skeptic.
The spell summoned a powerful demon to my side, a guardian to protect me, a soldier to fight my battles for me.
Somehow I made a mistake. Mispronounced a word. Faced east when I should of faced north. Not that it mattered the spell worked. In fact, it worked too well.
The demon came, bringing with him several friends. They came in all shapes and sizes, but every form they came in could be called monster.
I may have been able to correct the mistake I made when I uttered the spell if it had been the only one.
I had left a break in the pentagram, too thin for my eyes to see it, but large enough for the demons to escape.
I took off out of the room, running down the hallways of the mansion. The demons followed me out of the library, running in all directions. Some ran away from me while some ran past me without attacking.
“Mary!” I shouted; I had no idea where she was in the mansion. Before I could shout again, I heard her screaming. I tried not to think about what the demons were doing to her.
Within weeks, demons filled the world. I had started a war that humankind couldn’t survive.
They haven’t found me, but I don’t think they’ve been looking very hard. I think they’ll come for me last.
I’ve been in an old abandoned office building, typing my final thoughts into this laptop.
I have to go now. I hear something moving outside the door. |
