Something Strange, Something New

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This is the eighth part in an ongoing serial I’m writing. To read from the beginning, click here.


‘Where did that come from?’ Damon asked no-one in particular as they crested the hill they had been climbing. On the other side, the cemetery plateaued, the ground only ever-so-slightly undulating.

The clouds above had parted, and the moon’s silver light cascaded down in wide illuminating beams. One of these moonbeams landed squarely on a building in the middle of Damon’s field of vision. A building he had never seen before. A bone house in the style of a Greek temple.

‘That wasn’t there last night,’ he commented.

‘Looks like it’s Victorian, Damon. Therefore, I would guess it’s been there a while.’

Damon turned narrowed eyes upon his brother. He did not appreciate his sarcastic tone. ‘I know how old it looks but it wasn’t there last night. It’s never been there before.’

‘Right, right. Bone houses just sprout willy-nilly out of the ground.’

Damon ignored Crispin’s quip. This was just another strange thing in a long line of strange things, that alone would probably not have bothered him so. Yet, when all these events combined, the implications would have stopped Damon’s heart if it was still beating.

He had been told stories of gravestones and burials that materialised out of thin air, and none of them heralded anything good and they all ended badly. From what he had learnt, they were used to cover portals, the idea being they were hidden in plain sight. And though this didn’t bode well, it wasn’t something he could turn his back on.

He took a deep breath in and squared his shoulders. Then he started to head in the direction of the marble structure.

‘Er…where are you going?’

Damon pointed at the mock Greek temple. ‘There. It’s a portal. It has to be.’

‘Shouldn’t we be running as fast as we can in the opposite direction, then?’

‘You can if you want.’

‘And leave you alone to deal with it? Wouldn’t be really fair now, would it.’

‘It didn’t stop you in Venice when I was being chased by that angry mob.’

‘You’re not still harping on about that are you? Shouldn’t you have forgiven me by now? Shouldn’t you have forgotten it?’

‘Crispin. Be quiet or go away.’

They reached the impressive building and the brothers climbed the slippery steps, covered with fallen autumn leaves. Damon pushed at the stout wooden doors but they did not budge. So he was left with no option but to announce his presence. He balled his hand into a fist and rapped his knuckles against the dark timber.

Knock knock.

The sound echoed through the quiet night. Not even the sound of the Witches Brew concert reached them where they stood.

Then suddenly, the sound of movement could be heard on the other side of the door.

‘Who’s there?’ a thin, raspy voice asked. ‘Is that you, Crispin? Have you returned?’

Damon slowly turned to face his brother.

Crispin was casually leaning against a stone pillar, checking his fingernails for dirt. ‘I would say I’m sorry, brother, but that would be lying. I know how much you hate lies.’

To be continued…

To read Part 9, click here


Written for: 13 Days of Samhain vol ii: Day 8 – Knock Knock

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