This is the third part in an ongoing serial I’m writing. To read from the beginning, click here.
Damon the Demon took great pride in his job as the cemetery’s custodian. He could never have claimed his job was an easy one, but he could guarantee each night he worked would be different from the one before and the one that came after which was something he relished.
And, during the course of his work, he met a great variety of beings. Some living. Some dead. Some good. Some bad. But they were all interesting in their way – a point which was becoming very clear as he had begun writing his memoirs the previous year.
He had followed the path he was on a little way, before it split, after which he took the right hand branch, believing the scream he had heard earlier (but, rather worryingly, hadn’t heard since) had come from that direction. Here, great stone memorials to the dead loomed out of the ground, and towered overhead, which was probably how he had missed it.
It being a very wide, very tall and very furry squirrel.
With jaw falling open, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared up at the thing in surprise and horror, which only grew in magnitude as the creature spotted him and leaned down for a closer inspection.
Footsteps clattered on the path behind him, accompanied by a frantic shouting. ‘Wait! Stop! Damon, please!’
It was Tabitha.
Damon wanted to turn to face her, to give her a piece of his mind, but he was rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to speak.
‘Ah, you found my new…friend.’
‘Friend? What did you do?’ he growled through gritted teeth.
Tabitha giggled nervously but said nothing.
‘You could have warned me.’
‘I didn’t really think you were going to walk off and leave me,’ she answered sheepishly.
‘You watched me walk away. Surely you were not that cross. You could have said something.’
‘I don’t know! How about, “Earlier today I tried out a new spell and wickedly conjured up a gigantic squirrel!” I think that covers it, don’t you?’
‘You wouldn’t have believed me. Now, if you would just like to step backwards slowly…yes…that’s it…the poor thing gets a little jumpy if you make any sudden movements. Then I’ll explain everything.’
To be continued…
Written for: 13 Days of Samhain vol ii: Day 3 – A Wicked Conjuring